“Good, because my lips are terribly dry.”
Biting my lip, I lowered myself on him, tearing his pants open. There was nothing as perfect as André fully hard. The beauty of his length, the softness of his head, the hardness of his shaft. Perfection.
There it was, the beautiful glistening of his tip. Briefly, I brushed my mouth over it, feeling the delightful wetness on my lips before I closed them over his head. A guttural moan escaped his throat with the mere contact, and he pushed his hips forward, sliding fully into my mouth.
I’d never get tired of tasting him like this.
Pleasure rushed into my core with the moans escaping him every time I sucked him, causing me to hum as I took him deeply again. Desire pooled between my thighs, drenching me until I was more than ready for him. My center throbbed wildly, and I had to close my thighs tightly just to try to hold on for him.
His hands slipped through my whipping hair, cradling my neck but letting me enjoy him. André didn’t pull me back, not even when I dragged my fangs along his length.
Naughtiness seized his gaze instead, almost daring me to bite his head, but before I could get any ideas my back slammed against the roof, and he was on me.
More cracked pieces of the red clay roof fell, but we didn’t give a damn. My pants were gone next, and the chilled breeze did wonders when it mixed with the heat emanating from my core and the wetness there. My entire body shuddered. I needed him inside me, now.
André pinned me with his intense gaze while his bat claws traced the lace over my puckered nipples, triggering a whimper from my throat. Fuck. “Don’t rip it, please. I quite like this bustier.”
Chuckling, he gently pulled the lace down, uncovering my breast to the elements, and to his lips. “We’ve been here before…”
My mouth opened to answer when the memories of him making Natasha come on this same tower danced in my mind, but a moan ripped out of me instead. His mouth had closed over my nipple, sucking it hard. André’s fangs graced the puckered skin just like mine had done to his head and he grinned on my breast.
Goddess, I loved this man.
Before I knew it, my ankle was on his shoulder, and I reached for his hardness, stroking him blind. His eyes rolled back withthe speed of my strokes, and when they focused again, I swore the blue flecks in them flashed gold.
Sunlight trembled over us, bathing the island in brief darkness as he jerked off my grasp and plunged inside me.
“Fuck yes!”
“Hell yes!”
Star and I gasped, feeling him slide in fully, deeply, until he pushed against my core, sending tendrils of rippling ecstasy through me with each thrust. He was absolutely right. There was no gentleness here, only passion and anxious need.
“Fuck! You are soaked for me, Natalia.”
Enjoying the feel of me so sleek around him, André thrust into me again and again, my fangs piercing his lower lip before we kissed, devouring each other.
Dante liked it hard, and he was a god at it, but this wasn’t like that.
The way my Vampir mate loved me now was both hard and indulgent, filled with frenzied want and unraveling passion.
“Say my name,” he growled, looking into my eyes.
“André…”
“Again,” he ordered, thrusting faster and impossibly deeper into me.
“André!”
“Never call me anything else.” His mouth descended on mine, ravaging me as our tongues danced together and I forgot what it felt like to breathe. I just needed him like this, against me, inside me…
No, with me on top of him.
Grabbing his shoulders, I flipped us again, but the force sent us off the roof until we crashed into one of the terraces below. Laughter burst out of him while I smirked over his mouth, shingles, and stones raining around us.
Panting for breath, I flushed our bodies together against the balcony wall, straddling him, and drove my hips down to push him back inside me. My walls sucked him deeply until his head pressed into my heated core.
“Fuck, Natalia,” he grunted, his red eyes flaring with the sensations that sent through him.
