She rocked her hips against mine and let out the sweetest moan.
That was all the permission I needed.
I took her with hard, deep thrusts that moved us up the bed, setting a slow, punishing rhythm that had sweat dripping down my back. We reached the headboard, and she braced her hands on the dark wood so she could push back against me as I drove home again and again.
“You’re so deep,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut. “Yes! More!”
“You like it deep?” I pulled her hips into the next thrust and pushed back at the pleasure that threatened to take me over.
“Yes!” She threw back her head, arching that long, lovely neck, and my gaze locked onto the pounding pulse beneath her flawless skin.
My fangs throbbed, and I lowered my mouth to that smooth column—No!
I yanked my head back and withdrew from her body as she groaned in complaint, whimpering as I flipped her to her knees.
“Hold onto the headboard, and I’ll show you deep,” I promised, stroking my hands from the incredible swell of her ass up to her breasts and cupping the swollen mounds gently as she did as I asked.
“Please.” She pushed that ass back against me, and I almost came at the sight of her. Valor was the most sensual female I’d ever seen, and she was mine.
I lined up my cock and drove into her, taking her even deeper than before. We both cried out.
Harder. Deeper. I pounded into her, and she took every stroke, arching back for more, using the bed as leverage. I might be the dominant one, but this woman was my equal in every way, taking everything I had and demanding more.
I gave it.
I surrendered my body to hers, using it in every way I could to bring her pleasure. My cock stroked her faster. My mouth sucked a raspberry into the skin of her shoulder, bringing the blood teasingly to the surface. My fingers found her clit and stroked quickly, bringing her to the edge as I did everything I could to hold off my own pleasure.
I’d felt her come around my tongue and fingers. This time I wanted to feel her pussy ripple around my cock as she found her climax.
“Again?” she asked, her voice breathless as her muscles shook.
“Again,” I demanded, banding my arm beneath her hips to hold her upright and driving on relentlessly, pushing her toward that edge.
She cried out, then screamed my name as she came, her pussy gripping my cock in a satin fist as the orgasm took her.
Whatever was left of my control snapped, and I took her faster, losing all sense of rhythm and finesse as my body took hers with wild abandon, my mouth opening wide over her skin, my fangs pulsing as my mouth watered, demanding I take her blood.
That coiled pleasure that had centered at the base of my spine exploded, and I snapped my mouth shut as the orgasm barreled through me like nothing I’d ever felt before. I emptied myself inside her as I buried my face in her neck, my fangs so distended that I tasted the copper of my own blood as I saw stars.
Fucking. Stars.
I collapsed against her but remembered to throw my hand out against the headboard at the last moment so I didn’t crush her.
This was what I’d been missing. Hundreds of years. Nameless, faceless women. Nothing compared to the satisfaction that filled my veins and lightened my chest as I lowered us both to the bed and curled around her.
Our hearts raced. Our breaths were ragged. Sweat made our skin slick.
I’d never felt more complete, even without feeding from her.
“Wow,” she muttered, turning her head so she could kiss me. “Just…wow.”
“Aye.” I took her mouth in a slow, leisurely kiss.
We stayed there for long moments until our skin cooled, and yet my blood heated again.
She gasped as I swelled within her. “How are you hard again?” The wonder in her voice made me grin.
“There are benefits to having a vampire lover, my Valor.” I rocked my hips forward once, and she groaned. “You have a choice now, lass.”
“Do I?” She rotated her hips in a circle, and flames licked over my body.
Holy shit.
“We can make the best of this day, or you can walk away.” I nipped at the shell of her ear.
She shivered. “Yes, please.”
“Which one?” I laughed, swiveling my hips so I corkscrewed into her.
“The day. All day. Just today.” She sank her fingers into my hair.
“Just today,” I echoed, then got busy showing her half a dozen ways I could get her off, knowing I’d never be able to fuck her out of my system like she’d implied.
She was a drug. One hit, and I was an addict. It was that complicated and that simple.
One blissful day.
We fell asleep sometime after the fifth…or was it sixth round, and I tucked my body around hers. I’d never known this kind of peace. I would go to war to keep it—to keep her.