Another small sound, possibly a snort. “That is not an accusation I hear often.”
He slipped his thumb beneath her panties.
She pressed her hips forward, needing more.
The hand beneath her head tightened in her hair again. His gaze rose from his thumb’s movements below, lingered on her breasts, then moved to her face. He had complete control over his expression. She tried to keep control over hers, but she was growing impatient.
He maintained eye contact a second too long, triggering her wolf instincts, her need to challenge him. She started to sit up, determined to dominate the rest of this exchange, but he brought his lips to her throat. He sucked at her skin, buying himself another second, then his mouth moved to her pulse.
She tensed.
His teeth scraped her skin. His tongue traced an artery’s path.
“I promised no blood,” he whispered. He nipped at her ear, a sharp sensation that heightened her need. “You may retract the request at any time.”
He slid a finger inside her. Another joined it, pressing and circling and inciting slowly. Too slowly.
She growled and rolled them, bumping into the legs of a coffee table. His hand slid away from her. She slanted her mouth over his in a fierce, demanding kiss.
For one brief instant, it felt like there was a surprised pause in his ministrations, like he hadn’t expected her lips to meet his. Then it passed, and he ripped her panties away. Both hands ran over the curves of her ass and squeezed as he returned the kiss.
She fumbled with his belt, distracted by his mouth and his touch and his scent. The latter was wrongly provocative. It should make her want to kill, not fuck.
He moved aside her hands and unfastened the buckle like he had all the time in the world. That was the problem with vampires. They were never rushed.
She jerked at his pants until he rose, lifting her with him. Then he laid her down on the chaise.
The bastard wanted to be dominant.
He shed the rest of his clothes when he came to her. She sat up, almost knocking her head against his, but he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down.
“Not here,” she said. The words came out breathless. They would have been stronger if he hadn’t slid himself between her legs, letting her feel how hard she had made him.
“Here or not at all. You have three seconds to tell me no.”
Her eyes narrowed. She ached for this, but she would be damned if she let him decide—
He thrust into her.
The power behind the movement knocked the air from her lungs. It didn’t knock the fight from her, though. She dug her nails into his skin again, raking down his chest in an attempt to regain control. He withdrew almost completely, then slammed into her again.
All those nerve endings lit up, making her arch into him, needing more of that slick, smooth friction. He gave it to her, angling just right. She let her knees fall open, taking him deeper. He was hot between her legs, something that surprised her. She’d never been with a vampire before, only her own kind and a few humans. This was different. This was carnal. This was deliciously lewd.
She met him thrust for thrust, watching his too tightly controlled expression. His eyes betrayed him though. They held an anticipation of release, a yearning, a revelry in the feel of her body cinched around him.
She gasped when he adjusted his angle again. He was good—better than anyone she’d had in a long time—and she was close to breaking apart.
The scent of sex and pheromones and something else teased her senses higher. Her gaze caught on his chest. She’d dug her nails in deeper than she’d thought. Blood welled from a line over the tensed muscles, beading until one red drop splashed onto the swell of her breast. His thumb smeared it over her nipple, and she almost came right then. Only her willpower held her together because she refused to let go first; she would make him come when she did.
Suddenly he sat up, swinging her into his lap as he leaned against the back of the chaise.
She positioned her knees to either side of him and rocked her body against his. Yes, this was what she needed, the dominant position, the power to control when this would end.
Her breasts were at the vampire’s eye level. He closed his mouth over her blood-streaked nipple. Sucked.
She rocked harder against him.
His fangs scraped her skin. Almost there.
