“Fuck, you fit me so perfectly,” he uttered against her lips as they continued to kiss and move together on the bed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
She smiled, scoring his back with her short fingernails as she held onto him, meeting every hard thrust of his body. When she spoke her voice was breathless with pleasure and heat. “Mm, that’s good, because I know I’ll never get enough of you.”
Her words were lost in a moan as he picked up the pace. While his own release was roaring up on him with startling speed, it was her unraveling that spurred him into a driving, powerful rhythm. He thrust deep and hard, then pulled out nearly to the tip, setting a relentless tempo that had her writhing beneath him and making the sexiest sounds as their bodies moved together.
She came on a stifled scream, which he caught with his kiss. His fangs felt enormous as he claimed her mouth with his lips and tongue. Her sex gripped his cock as her orgasm overtook her. He groaned with the incredible feel of her delicate muscles rippling along his shaft, her tight sheath clenched around his length like a velvet fist.
He rocked into her with deeper strokes, an animal in his chase for release.
But another urgent hunger rode closely behind, stirring the more dangerous predator inside him.
Opening his eyes to watch Willow as she continued to come, he couldn’t bite back the otherworldly snarl that curled deep in his throat.
His vision radiated amber light and heat against the creamy beauty of her face. His fangs ached with the urge to feed.
To claim her as his.
As another tremor washed over her, Willow arched beneath him, her lips parted on a shivery sigh. She was so damn gorgeous. So fucking sexy it actually hurt to look at her. She was flame to the tinder of his self-control, but he was more than willing to burn.
Her pulse hammered under the force of her orgasm. Razor felt it everywhere their bodies touched. He heard her heartbeat drumming as hard as his own. Against his will, he let his gaze drift to the tender artery throbbing at the side of her delicate throat.
Mine.
The possessive impulse coursed through every cell in his body, until it was all he could feel. All he could hear was the steady pound of her blood racing just under the surface of her silken skin.
There was only one thing that could quench the need that owned him. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly gone dry as dust.
A low curse tore out of him as he wrestled with his desire to make Willow his forever and the thin shred of honor he wanted to believe he still possessed where she was concerned.
When his fiery eyes lifted to her gaze, he found Willow staring at him. Her lids were heavy over her dusky green eyes, her face flushed with the glow of her climax. He’d never seen her look so breathtakingly lovely. She gazed up at him like an angel . . . his angel.
The miracle he didn’t deserve and surely never would.
He could only imagine what she saw as she stared up at him while he continued to thrust into her with savage passion. Him, with his eyes transformed into smoldering coals, thedermaglyphscovering his muscled body churning like multi-colored serpents all over his skin. And his fangs, elongated like sharp-tipped daggers behind his peeled-back lips.
He had to look like a monster, like something out of her childhood nightmares. Yet she gazed up at him with open affection and a staggering depth of desire.
“I’m not afraid,” she murmured softly, as if she understood the direction of his thoughts, his worst fear. “Nothing about you scares me, Razor.”
He could only growl in denial, incapable of words when want for this woman owned every part of him.
She reached up to him, placing her palm against his cheek. A shy smile played over her kiss-swollen lips. “I lied to you last night,” she whispered. “I told you I didn’t want anything from you, only to be with you for a little while. That’s not true. I want everything with you.”
He snarled, scowling. When he finally found his voice it came out like gravel. “Don’t say that. Not when I—”
She cut off his feeble attempt at a warning with a kiss that incinerated his threadbare claim of honor. Wrapping her hands around his nape she pulled his head down to her, scorching him with the fire of her mouth’s demand. Her tongue swept past his teeth and fangs, bold strokes he felt all the way to his cock.
She’d just come a few moments ago but already he could feel her body contracting around his shaft as another orgasm began to build inside her. His own release bore down on him like a freight train, too powerful to stop.
When her tongue began to tease the lethal points of his fangs, he felt himself pitching toward the steep edge of a staggering release.
A curse boiled out of him as he broke away from her kiss and began a fierce, uncontrollable rhythm. Willow watched him with a look of shared hunger on her face.
The pulse at the side of her neck hammered even harder now.
His gaze rooted on it despite his every effort to look away, to resist the temptation of her vein.
Instead of taking pity on him, she slowly turned her head to the side, offering him the gift he had no right to claim. The most sacred piece of her that he could never give back.
