She breathed out and grabbed his arms, rising and then dropping back down. Her soft cry echoed along with his low groan. Heaven. The woman was heaven.
Her smile held brilliance as she tried again, slowly finding a rhythm that tortured them both.
“Wait,” Zane said, grasping her hips and tilting slightly. “Try this.”
Her eyes widened and she let out a low moan.
Yeah. That was it.
Passion caught her, glazing in her eyes, as she increased her pace.
He let her lead as long as he could, finally giving in to help her, moving her faster. Harder. Every time he pulled her back down, he thrust up with his hips. The slap of flesh against flesh drowned out the ferocious storm outside. His balls pulled tight, and electricity ripped down his spine.
Reaching between them, he scraped his thumb across her clit.
She stiffened, crying out, her hands curling around his shoulders. Wave upon wave shuddered through her body, while she gripped him fiercely inside, taking him with her.
He held her tight, shoved himself home, and exploded.
Finally, she gasped against him, her body going lax. Her nose snuggled into his neck, while her hair curtained his face.
Contentment whirled through him, almost hinting at peace. The feelings boiling inside him, the dark and dangerous spurs a vampire felt for his mate, the desperate need to protect and defend, nearly suffocated him. She was everything. He ran a hand down her damp back.
She sucked in air. “I think you killed me.”
He smiled and hugged her tight. “We’re just getting started.” They had one night together, and he wanted to savor every second. Remaining connected to her, he stood and glanced around. “Which way to the bedroom?”
Chapter 18
Janie snuggled deeper into the heat of Zane, her mind at peace for the first time in weeks. Months maybe. For so many years she’d wondered about him. The reality was better than any fantasy.
The man hogged the bed. Just knowing that intimate detail about him rushed warmth through her. He sprawled without a care in the world, a powerful animal at rest.
She turned on her side to study him in the scattered moonlight.
Hard features, straight nose, solid jaw. The scar lining the right side of his face added to the sense of danger cascading off him.
His features failed to soften even in sleep.
Possessiveness swept her as she slid a dark piece of hair off his forehead. Hers. For the moment, for the night, Zane Kyllwood was hers. A part of her had always claimed him, and she’d accepted that truth years ago, regardless of where fate pushed them.
He’d shoved the bedclothes down to his waist, and she took a moment to appreciate his muscled chest. Warm, smooth strength filled her palm as she caressed him.
Even after a wild night in which he’d showed her passion she’d never dreamed about, her body wanted him. Maybe not with the hard edge of hunger she’d felt earlier, but with enough of a yearning to give her pause.
She wanted more than the night.
There had to be a way to end the war and find peace.
Sighing, she snuggled closer and slid her thigh over his, her hand over his heart, and her nose into his neck.
He murmured and tucked an arm around her, providing warmth and protection.
She liked that.
Fate and destiny had held enough power over Janie for this lifetime, and she was done waiting for the sky to fall. Taking several deep breaths, she slid into the meditative state she’d perfected so long ago.
Her body went lax as her mind created a safe haven on a long wooden dock surrounded by calm waters. Misty, beautiful, gray waters.
