But this wasn’t about taking right now. He wanted to give.
He wanted to give her everything she could possibly want or need or desire, and not just for tonight.
While that should scare him shitless, it didn’t.
No, far from it.
Sliding his palms beneath her backside, he pulled her farther onto his lap. His cock jutted up out of the water and frothy suds. He lifted her, and together they settled her body over his.
“Ohh,” she sighed, holding on to his shoulders as he pierced her. “So good.”
Rafe had even fewer words than she did. He couldn’t hold back his tight groan as she sank down onto his length, inch by glorious inch. Her sheath gripped him, the plush walls rippling with tiny tremors as they adjusted to accommodate his size.
Devony’s lids slowly lifted, revealing the bright coals of her eyes. “Does it feel this perfect for you too?”
“Better.” A growl curled up the back of his throat at her hungry look. He took a firmer hold of the curves of her ass, guiding her tempo as she began to rock against him.
He felt her pleasure coil and loosen with each long, hard slide of their bodies together.
He couldn’t get close enough to her. Not even when he was impaled within her completely, their pelvises grinding against each other.
She moaned as their rhythm intensified. Rafe held her aloft in his palms, his arms doing the bulk of the work for both of them as she rode him. Her climax barreled up on her, spurring his own into a harder gallop. Lava roared into his veins. He couldn’t hold it back. Devony’s release hit at the same time his did, both of them crashing together, then splintering in a hot rush.
He lifted his head to watch her come and found her staring at him. Her fiery eyes were fixed on his throat, her fangs sharp and gleaming as she shuddered with the force of her orgasm. He could never get tired of seeing her like this, her true nature on full display for him, her passion surrendered to him with complete abandon.
But the fevered look in her pleasure-drenched gaze was something else. Hunger. Blood thirst.
He felt the razor edge of it. The dangerous intensity of her need.
He felt the astonishing depth of her love . . . for him.
It was a revelation, one that hit him with the force of a freight train. He stared at her, scowling to feel the tenderness of her affection braided inseparably with the intensity of her craving for his bond.
She nodded, a sad smile tugging at her lips. “It’s true. I’ve fallen in love with you, Rafe. There’s no sense trying to pretend I don’t when I know you can feel it.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t.”
His own arousal twisted tighter, her vulnerability toward him stripping away his defenses. Not that he had many where this extraordinary woman was concerned.
Devony Winters owned him. And everything male in him—everything Breed—responded with a savage need to possess her in every way.
He lunged forward and took her in a hard kiss.
“Fuck.” He pulled back on a hiss. His fingers came away from his mouth stained with blood. “Ah, Christ . . . Devony.”
She’d bit his lip. And now she stared at him, unapologetic.
A warning blazed in her eyes. He knew he should heed it.
He should stop this now.
He should leave the room, before they went too far.
Too fucking late for that. What smoldered between them could not be undone even without a blood bond to lash them together for the rest of their lives.
Rafe knew it.
She understood that too. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel Devony’s certitude coursing through his own veins with every hammering beat of his heart.
