She took him in her hands again, admiring him now with her eyes and her touch. His response was a deep, unfurling growl.
“Am I the first Breed you’ve been with?”
“The only one.” She didn’t miss the way his eyes glowed brighter at that admission.
“What about human men?”
She shrugged. “A couple, I guess. But it’s been so long, it might as well be forever.” She held his fiery gaze, still stroking him and trying not to let her knees buckle beneath her as he explored her body too. She was so wet for him, so hungry to feel him inside her she could hardly stand the wanting. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Asher.”
His mouth curved in a sinful smile. “Good.”
He sank down in front of her on his knees, one hand gripping her hip to brace her while he spread her open to him with the other and nestled his face against her sex. His mouth engulfed her, his tongue pressing wet and hot between her folds, then circling her clit with merciless strokes that had her seeing stars behind her closed eyelids.
He made wildly erotic, animal noises as he licked her tender flesh and fucked her with his tongue. He was an unstoppable force, a storm she threw herself into with total abandon.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, shaking as he drove her toward the crest of an intense release. She came against his mouth, shuddering and panting, her veins feeling as white-hot and electric as streaks of lightning. “Asher!”
She was still spinning in that oblivion and wracked with the power of her climax as he tore away from her on a low snarl and lifted her off her feet.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered her, his voice an otherworldly rasp.
With her ankles hooked behind his back, he held her aloft, his strong hands positioned beneath her thighs as he guided her slowly, inch by impossible inch, onto the length of his shaft.
The fullness went beyond pleasure and into pain, a sweet, delicious ache as her small channel stretched to accommodate the full measure of him. It felt so good she nearly came just from the overwhelming sensation of completion.
Then he started to move.
Holding all of her weight in his hands as if she were a feather, he glided her up and down, thrusting impossibly deeper with each controlled stroke.
She rocked against him, needing more. Needing all he had to give her.
He groaned as she coaxed him into a harder tempo. “You’re so small, Naomi. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m tougher than I look, vampire.”
He grinned, a devilish flash of enormous fangs. “So you are.”
“So, don’t stop, Asher.” She kissed him hard, giving his lip a meaningful nip. “And don’t be gentle.”
“Ah, fuck.” His gaze was an inferno now, his amber irises devouring the narrow slits of his pupils. On a coarse snarl, he tightened his grasp on her and drove in hard—once, twice, again and again.
Naomi moaned, a tremor building swiftly into a release she could neither slow down nor contain. Her pleasure exploded out of her on a scream.
And still Asher kept going, ungentle and wild, giving her just what she demanded of him.
He came with a roar that should have torn the roof off the house, his release a scalding, endless jet that only made his strokes slicker and more fevered. The friction was too much, her body too sensitive.
Another orgasm rushed up on her, leaving her shuddering and boneless in its wake.
“Oh, God.” She panted against his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. “That was . . . incredible.”
His answering chuckle was dark with promise. “Yes, it was. But don’t think I’m finished with you yet. We’ve got hours of daylight ahead, and now that I know what you like, I intend to make the most of them.”
CHAPTER 14
Asher hadn’t spent so much time in bed in all of the fifteen years he’d lived at the ranch combined. Although, to be accurate, he and Naomi hadn’t contained themselves strictly to the bed. They’d made use of the bedroom rug, the chair, even the dresser.
And they’d found a lot of creative ways to enjoy other areas of the house as well.
