His other hand flattened across her ass and held her in place. He leaned over her, his lips brushing her bare shoulder, one finger slowly entering her swollen tissues. “You can. You will. Every damn time.”
She blinked. “Huh?”
“If I’m there, you’re there.” His fang nipped the shell of her ear.
Warmth unfolded inside her like a heater had just been turned on. “Jared, be realistic.”
“I wasn’t asking.” His fingers pulled on her labia.
Her body trembled. Surprise turned to shock and flashed right to desire. How did he do that? “I, ah—”
He reached around and gently tugged on her breast. “You what, baby?” His rough voice had as much affect, as did his calloused fingers.
She shut her eyes, trying to get a handle on her rioting body. Every nerve flayed open, just like he wanted. Oh, she was tough and mentally strong, but every cell in her knew the vampire was stronger. Why that turned her on even more, she’d never understand. “Please—”
“Shhh. It’s too early to beg.” He licked along her earlobe as his hand released her breast to skim up and grasp the front of her neck.
“What is it with you and my neck?” she gasped.
With two fingers beneath her jaw, he applied pressure.
Her head lifted, her shoulders straightened, and her spine elongated, arching her back. Her ass was up, displayed for him. Oh. Two fingers, and he did control her. Waves rolled through her, heavy with need.
He slapped her inner thighs. “Wider.”
Oh, God. So much for him being too gentle. When she didn’t comply fast enough, he flicked his wrist and tapped a finger against her clit. Hard.
Her cry was strangled, and her womb convulsed.
She wanted to drop her head down but his hold was absolute. Two fucking fingers.
He tapped her again, this time with a harder edge.
She hissed as need overwhelmed her. Going purely on instinct, she widened her thighs.
Not giving an inch, he slowly began to penetrate her, his cock harder than rock, stretching her to accommodate him. She bit her lip against the excruciating pleasure. She was completely open to him, to anything he chose to do to her. The helplessness, the shocking sense of being taken over, stole any thought she had to fight him.
It was all too wonderful. Oh, she should seek caution, but at the moment, her body ruled.
He overtook the atmosphere with determination and strength, controlling them both as he slid inside her, inch by deliberate inch. How was he even real? Tension cascaded off him along with heat, hinting at what it cost him. Yet he didn’t waver.
She tightened her internal muscles, rippling around him.
He growled low but didn’t pause or speed up.
Whoa. He was incredible. Not even remotely human, and it showed. And he was hers.
He lifted her head even more just as the last inch shoved inside, his balls to her ass.
She whimpered again, trying to get him moving.
“Now comes the begging,” he murmured against her ear, the sound dark.
Fine. Whatever. She didn’t care. “Please.” Just move, damn it. “I’ll do anything, Jared. Just move. Please.”
“Excellent.” He stiffened around her. “This is going to hurt more than your thigh and more than last time, Veronica.” Not giving her a chance to question, he struck into the soft tissue where her neck met her shoulder, the same spot as before, his fangs slashing deep and imbedding in bone.
Pain ripped through her torso. She jolted and screamed, tears filling her eyes.
