A very dangerous masculine satisfaction curved his upper lip. “Did you wait for me, Belle?”
She sighed and picked at a string on the bedspread. Years ago, she’d figured they’d never really meet like this, but she’d hoped. “I don’t know. I think I may have waited for thepossibilityof you.”
His gaze warmed even further. “Your sweetness flays me every time.” He leaned into her and slid a hand to tangle in her hair, his mouth against hers. “I won’t hurt you.”
Relief washed through her that he hadn’t turned away or given her some baloney line about waiting for her soul mate. If she had a soul mate, it was Zane, even if their souls wouldn’t be on earth long. “I’m not sweet.”
His lips curved against hers. “When you’re not reassuring everyone and acting tough, you’re as sweet as they come. The real you.” He kissed her, deep, a man finished with waiting, showing her how much he wanted her. All consuming, he kissed her until she could do nothing but take what he was giving. Only after she’d softened against him, relaxing into the bed, did he release her mouth to pepper kisses along her jaw, over her breasts, and down her abdomen.
Desire wasn’t sweet, nor was it soothing. The craving coursing through her actually hurt. Beyond an ache, desire was a painful need, and only Zane had the balm. She moved against him, her hands gripping his flanks.
His mouth enclosed her clit.
Surprise bent her at the waist before her entire body detonated. She flopped back down, her fingers threading through his thick hair as waves of intense pleasure sheeted the room white. Her body shook in release, forcing her to ride waves bigger than she could imagine. The orgasm overwhelmed her and stole her breath.
Finally, she looked down. Zane lifted his head and chuckled against her, sending more vibrations through her core. “That was quick,” he rumbled.
She swallowed. Twice. Vulnerability made her blink. “Too quick?”
“No.” He wandered back up her body. “Perfect. Although later I want to play there for a while, so try to control yourself next time.” Charming humor creased his cheek.
She smacked him and settled her butt into a more comfortable position, her breath still panting out. Who knew that sex with Zane would be fun as well as overwhelming? She widened her legs to make room for his hips against hers. “I’ll try not to hurt you too much,” she whispered.
He chuckled again. “I appreciate your restraint.” One broad palm slid down her rib cage and over her hip until he found her. His eyes closed. “You’re so wet.” He slipped one finger inside her. “And tight.” His forehead dropped to hers. “Thisisgoing to hurt, Belle.” Regret echoed on his low groan.
She arched into his touch with a small gasp. Nerves flared to life under his talented fingers, and she fought a whimper of desperate need. She slid both hands into his thick hair and jerked his head up to meet her gaze. “I know.” The man had both her heart and her trust. “It’s okay.” To emphasize her point, she tilted her hips to give him better access, rubbing along his shaft and making them both groan.
He removed his finger and positioned himself at her entry. “I’m sorry, baby.” Slowly, he pushed inside, pausing several times to pull out and maneuver back in. “God, you’re tight.”
Erotic pain filled her, and she fought the dual urges to pull away and get closer. As he reached her barrier, finally, she began to panic. Zane captured her mouth in a kiss, going deep, taking everything she had. She fell into the firestorm, kissing him back, her body rioting for relief. He shoved the last couple of inches, taking her virginity.
She cried out into his mouth as pain overtook all pleasure.
He released her mouth and lifted his head. Waiting, his odd black/green gaze seeing everything.
Finally, the pain ebbed. She moved against him, testing. Then she smiled, her breath catching. “Move.”
He grinned and slowly slid out to glide back in, watching her carefully. Yeah, it hurt. But as he moved more, pleasure replaced the pain. Desire rippled through her again, stoked higher than before. She grabbed his hips, meeting each thrust. “More,” she gasped. Wow. This was . . . new.
His concentration solely on her, he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. Harder. Farther. More.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the small cabin.
One thought centered her. Zane. This was Zane inside her, filling her. The reality was so much more than any dream she’d concocted. “Zane,” she whispered.
A coiling in her belly grew like electrical fire. She climbed, getting so close, wanting with everything she was to fall over and into bliss. The need stole her breath, her very mind.
Fangs flashed.
In an instinctive move older than time, she turned her head, baring her neck.
He struck swift and deep. Those fangs pierced her flesh in a pain way too erotic to define. She cried out, her body flying way. The orgasm hit her deep, striking through her body and uncoiling everything she was. Everything she’d ever been, and everything she’d become. She shut her eyes, letting the explosions destroy her.
Zane growled low, pounded harder, and grabbed her hips for better leverage.
She couldn’t move.
A searing pain spread along her lower back, and then Zane held her tight, her name on his breath as he disintegrated with her.
