He didn’t know what made him say that, but the second he did, he knew it was true. Her skin feltrightagainst his, and her body reacted to his every touch as if they’d done this dance a thousand times before.
When he first reached maturity, he’d thrilled in the sex and blood, but he’d grown tired of it years ago. For decades, he wanted the act over so he could find his release and experience a couple of hours of peace before the demon started clawing at his insides again. He made sure his partners enjoyed themselves, but he never took the time to enjoy them.
However, he planned to spend hours touching and teasing Elyse until she begged him for release. And then he would do it all over again.
Resting her hand against Saxon’s cheek, Elyse traced the contours of his stubble-roughened jaw. When his eyes met hers, she forgot to breathe as those reddened orbs searched her face. When the Savage’s eyes turned red, it made her almost piss herself, but seeing that color in Saxon’s eyes caused her heart to race as anticipation coiled in her belly.
Bending his head, his lips teased hers again; she remembered to breathe seconds before he reclaimed her mouth in a kiss that stole her senses. Her hands fell to the waistband of his pants, and she tugged them over his narrow waist until he pulled them off.
The heat of his heavy cock branded her thigh when it fell against her. Her breath came faster as she enclosed her fingers around the thick length of him. Like the man, it was hard as steel, but his skin was soft as she ran her finger over the precum already forming on his head.
Saxon thrust into her palm as he dipped his hand between her legs. He groaned when his fingers glided through her wet locks before teasing her entrance. She wiggled her hips demandingly toward him, and he smiled against her lips as he slid a finger into her.
Elyse broke the kiss, and her head fell back against the cabinet. She encircled her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his firm ass as he did some magical things with that finger. “Oh, yes,” she panted.
Saxon’s gaze fell to the pulse in her neck before he focused on her parted mouth, flushed face, and smoky eyes. He felt the tension building in her as she stroked him faster. Her other hand fell from his shoulder to her breasts, and she caressed herself while she rode his hand. He nearly came when she ran her fingers over her nipples before giving one of them a small tug.
He’d planned on this lasting for hours, but he was already unraveling. Grasping her wrist, he pulled her hand away from his cock and pinned it to the cabinet beside her head. She tried to pull her hand away, but he kept it there. Then, she gave him a sultry smile he would never forget.
“Are you going to tease me all day, or are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you.” He took her other arm and rested it against the cabinet as he gathered both her wrists in one hand. “I’m going to fuck you until the only name you can remember is mine and you’re begging me to stop.”
Her gaze latched onto his dick as he took it in hand and guided it toward her entrance. Saliva filled her mouth, and her heart pounded so fast she thought it might explode. She already couldn’t recall anyone else’s name, and she seriously doubted she would ever ask this man to stop.
When he pushed into her, he stretched and filled her in a way no other had. At first, the sensation was a little unpleasant, and it took her some time to adjust to his size. Then all she felt was a sense of rightness as his shaft throbbed within her.
She lifted her eyes to his and found him staring at her with a look she could only describe as awe. His free hand caressed her cheek and lips.
“Elyse,” he murmured before bending his head to kiss her.
She hadn’t expected such gentleness from this vampire, and it threw her off as he cupped the back of her head. He deepened the kiss before pulling his hips back and sliding into her again. Elyse itched to touch him, but she didn’t have the strength to break free of his grasp. She was clay in his hands as he broke her down into a formless lump before molding her into a woman made entirely for him.
His body demanded more from her, and she somehow managed to meet the rhythm he set. Breaking the kiss, she inhaled a gasping breath as his hand fell to her ass and he dragged her closer. Sweat slickened the etched muscles of his body as his red eyes burned into hers.
She saw the outline of his fangs against his lips, but she didn’t feel the dread she’d expected; instead, it thrilled her to know he was as out of control as her. He flooded her senses until he was all she could see, taste, feel, hear, and smell. Nothing else existed in the world except for Saxon and the passion he stoked to higher and higher levels.
Releasing her wrists, Saxon cradled her head as he drove into her. He had to be careful, she was a mortal, but his restraint was spiraling away as his need to claim her grew stronger—not a mere mortal; she was his mate.
He’d known it the second he settled himself inside her as, for the first time in centuries, his incessant yearning to move, go, and kill ceased and he experienced the sensation of pure serenity. Being inside her was the oasis he’d spent centuries searching for, and he’d finally found it.
My mate.His fangs pricked as the impulse to sink them into her throat coiled within him. When she draped her arms around his shoulders, he held her closer as the beat of his heart fell into rhythm with hers.
“Elyse.”
Her sheath tightened around him, and she came with a loud cry. Her fingers dug into his back, and her body arched as he thrust within her again. A tingling sensation crept down his spine, his body bowed, and a shout tore from him as he came harder than he ever had in his life.
When he could breathe again, he gathered her against him and lifted her off the counter. She curled up against his chest, and a wave of protectiveness washed through him. She was so small and mortal, and she was his to protect.
He didn’t feel the chilly air against his skin until he settled her onto the couch and draped the blanket around her. The fire was already dying out.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Hmm.” She nuzzled his hand before her head fell onto the pillow.
He studied the contented expression on her face before going into the other room to rebuild the fire. When he finished, he returned to the couch and pulled the blanket back to settle in beside her. He drew her back against his chest and held her close as she fell asleep.
Chapter Sixteen
