Kiss of the Night (Carnal Thirst 2)

“Wow, I can see you.”

“No, I’m making you see me. I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Oh, Alex…” Something inside her turned all soft. He was hiding the very essence of who he was, because he didn’t want to scare her. “You make me want everything you can dish out. Try me. I can handle it.”

With infinite care and a reverent touch, his palms slid down her rib cage and between her legs. He parted the lips of her sex and slipped through the moisture there. “No. You can’t. You’re human—soft and sweet and fragile. You’ve never seen a vamp male in full territorial rut or you wouldn’t be asking for it.”

“T-territorial?” God, that sounded sexy as hell. She spread her legs and moaned as he slipped a long finger inside her and then another, stroking deeply, just where she ached for him. She’d loved this last night, the feel of him inside her. Even this small little bit of him made her feel less empty, less alone.

“Yes. I’d want to mark you, claim you, make you mine. I’d frighten you, because I wouldn’t look the same. I’d be larger and far more powerful. One wrong move and I could kill you. I could drink too much from you, fuck you too hard, cut your satin skin. It wouldn’t be me in control anymore, Bree. I wouldn’t know what I’d done until it was over.”

“So you only fuck vamps then?” The sudden image of him with another woman made her grit her teeth.

“I didn’t say that.” Alex rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit making her pussy clench hungrily around his pumping fingers. “Damn, you’re tight.”

“Then what’s different about me?” she argued even as her legs wobbled precariously. “I’m not weak.”

He tightened his grip to support her. “I didn’t say that either. I’m the one who’s weak, sweetness. I haven’t wanted a woman this badly in…well, in forever.” He licked across the fluttering pulse in her neck and he shuddered, his thrusting fingers working faster, making her cream. “You have no idea how badly I want to pin you to the floor, and sink my cock and fangs into you. I’ve never been territorial with anyone, but I would be with you. I can feel it.”

“You’ve never…? Ever?”

“Never ever.”

His softly spoken words were devastating. Suddenly this wasn’t about sex anymore and everything between them changed in the space of one breath. Things she’d never thought to offer any man became necessary gifts.

“Do it,” she dared, the image of him straining over and inside her body making her impossibly wetter. “Take what you need. I bet I could handle it.” Her voice wavered. “I-I want to handle it.”

Alex growled as she soaked his hand. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I’m asking for you, all of you. Don’t hide a part of yourself away from me.”

He nuzzled against her with a low moan. “Arch your back and brace yourself.”

“Here?” she croaked, his rough command taking her to the brink of orgasm.

His fingers withdrew and she moaned in protest. Gripping her hips, he lifted her feet from the floor, stealing her balance. She squealed as her palms hit the window and the broad head of his cock breached her. She barely caught her breath before he lowered her onto him, the awesome width and hardness of his shaft pressing relentlessly into her.

“Ah fuck.” His arms shook as he took a step forward, using the weight of her body to drive himself deep. Her feet couldn’t touch the deck, he was so much taller than she was, but he held her aloft with the effortless strength of a vampire.

Bree hissed and clawed at the glass as she seated fully onto him, his heavy balls resting against her clit. “My God! Did your cock grow overnight?” Writhing in an effort to accommodate his size, she was so painfully acutely aroused she thought she was losing her mind.

“Does it hurt?” he gasped, his lips brushing over her shoulder in a tender caress.

“God, no. It feels wonderful.”

“Yes… No, don’t move. Hold still. Give me a minute.”

“Please,” she begged as he remained completely still, his damp cheek resting against her shoulder, his chest heaving against her back. She reached behind them and tugged at his ass. His tight, taut, gorgeous ass.

“Bree… Damn it!” Alex caught her wrists and pinned them above their heads, holding her body above the floor impaled on his cock.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she complained, her pussy quivering around him, desperate for some friction. She curled her feet around the back of his knees, trying to find the leverage she needed to ride him.

Finally, he began to move in short, hard digs, rubbing more than thrusting. She came immediately, the pleasure moving outward from the place where he filled her, curling her toes and tensing her frame. Her cunt tightened around him in rippling spasms as she cried out his name and struggled against the slick glass.

“That feels fantastic,” he groaned, switching to a faster pace. “Keep going.”

As if she had any choice. The blissful waves of orgasm rolled and crested, easing slightly only to return in greater force as he swirled his hips and plunged deeper. So deep. Without her arms or her legs, she could only take what he gave her, her body helpless and spread for his slick rhythmic drives.

Lacing her fingers with his, Bree held on, clenching her inner muscles as he shafted her in long lunges.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed in her ear, sweat from his skin binding them together. “You’re making me come.” He shuddered, his cock swelling before he spurted in hard, powerful bursts, flooding her so full she cried out in orgasm with him. Harsh sounds of pleasure tore from his throat, guttural and unbelievably exciting.

“Alex…” She closed her eyes as her body went languid, boneless in the wake of his infusion of heat. And still he kept going, pumping his cock through their mingled cream. “Don’t stop. It feels so good, I’ll die if you stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised hoarsely, maintaining the slow, deep fucking, his shaft still hard as steel. “Now that the edge is off, I can do this for years.”

He released her hands and thrust hard. “Hands and knees.”

She gave an incredulous laugh. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” She couldn’t move. Besides, they were vertical.

“Trust me, sweetness. You have to learn to trust me.”

His hands moved quickly, so quickly it seemed one moment she was standing and the next she was positioned just as he’d wanted. Dropping her head, she looked between her spread legs startled to see the floor a few feet below them. “Wow.”

“Ummm,” he agreed. “Now I can really take you deep.”

Briana stared for a moment in shock, her body rocking as he began thrusting steadily. Her eyelids grew heavy as he stroked deep inside her, rubbing against places no man had ever touched before. She barely moved, arrested by the sight of his straining thighs and heavy sac as he pumped into her with a languorous, seductive tempo. It was so damn erotic watching him fuck her, her cunt fluttered around his cock as he swiveled his hips and screwed deep into her.

“Like the view?” he purred, his fingertips drifting along her spine.

“I like you,” she admitted. Too much. Far, far too much. Alexei was such a blatantly sexual creature, she couldn’t help but adore him.

Maybe even more than adore him.

It’s okay, sweetheart.

“It’s so not okay.”

I adore you too.

“Damn it,” she complained, her eyes misting with tears. “You’re getting romantic again.”

* * * * *

Romantic.

That wasn’t the way Alex was feeling at all. Possessive and needy, maybe. Hungry and horny, definitely. But romantic?

Briana moaned his name and his gut tightened. Ah hell, who was he kidding? Romantic was frighteningly accurate. It was only the depth of his affection that allowed him to keep the hunger repressed and under control. His fangs ached and power rippled beneath his skin, but he restrained them all with a tight rein, because his f

eelings for her were stronger than the animal within him. In over two hundred years, he’d never been able to say that about any other woman.

She thrust downward against him, taking all of him, and he shuddered at the feel of the slick lips of her cunt kissing the base of his cock. Her creamy heat closed around him like a velvet-gloved fist. He’d just had the orgasm of his life, but you couldn’t tell now. His cock was swollen to painful proportions and his balls were threatening to crawl inside his body.

“Easy,” he growled when she began to rock hard, directing all of his energy into keeping them suspended above the deck of the bridge. It was the only way to keep the hunger occupied so he could make love to Bree like she deserved, slow and tenderly, instead of fucking the hell out of her.