He had to work hard not to bite her back, going against every instinct in him. If he bit Cassidy, she would scream and alert the guards. He wasn’t done with her yet. Not nearly. She thankfully released her hold on his neck, allowing him to find some semblance of control, to slow his thrusting.
Both were breathing so hard that he was afraid that the fuckers downstairs would hear even that, but no one came. Cassidy put her head against his chest. He could feel how heavy she felt in his arms. York had to smile. He had made her this way. A completely sated, boneless heap of loveliness.
“Oh wow,” she finally sighed.
Her breasts were mashed against his chest. He could feel her little pants against his skin. It really wasn’t his fault when his dick hardened back up again. He was still buried deep inside her. Cassidy pulled away from him. She choked out a silent laugh, her eyes wide. “You’re kidding me.”
“I told you that you make me hard and I don’t lie,” he whispered back.
Damned if her eyes didn’t turn a little wicked, if she didn’t give him a naughty smile.
“Are you ready for the next round, Cass?” he growled. “I don’t plan on going easy on you this time.”
Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth and her breathing became a little labored. She nodded. “Definitely.”
“Good. Have you ever rutted doggy style?” It was a position guaranteed to hit the g-spot. He would have her seeing stars in no time.
It was a rhetorical question so when Cassidy shook her head, it had him vibrating with anger. What the fuck had been wrong with her mate? He refrained from saying anything but only because the asshole had passed and it would be wrong to speak badly of the dead. To not have ever experienced doggy style was a fucking sin…a travesty.
“We only made love in the missionary position.” She looked away from him for a few seconds. “Sex was pretty boring and over in minutes.” She must’ve caught his pissed look because she quickly added. “I also blame myself, I never offered to try anything new or to wear any sexy lingerie or anything.”
With extreme reluctance, York pulled out of Cassidy for the moment. She was confiding in him again. Something he knew she didn’t do often. It made him feel good to know that she trusted him with her secrets. With the things that he could tell had been on her mind for some time.
“Lingerie?” He repeated the word, no clue as to what she was talking about. They had been warned that although vampires and humans were highly compatible, they definitely had major differences.
“Human women wear sexy underwear designed to turn a man on. It’s called lingerie and is made from lace and ribbon and is normally sheer or will plump up a woman’s breasts.”
He had to frown. “Underwear…” He shook his head. “Naked is so much better. If you want to entice a vampire, don’t wear anything at all. Underwear would just get ripped off.”
She laughed and her breasts jiggled making him almost forget what he wanted to say next. “It was not your fault. You are a highly sensual female. It is up to the male to make an effort…to keep his female satisfied.”
She gave him a look that told him she thought he was full of it.
“I’m serious…there was no pay off for you so you didn’t put in much effort. That’s not wrong on your part.”
Her gaze moved to somewhere just north of his head before locking back with his. “You’re right. I married Sean because he was a really good friend. We got along really well. He did make more of an effort in the early days.” She paused for a time. “We didn’t have the greatest marriage…I can see that now…it didn’t give him the right to do the things that he did though. I had to go and get myself tested after I found out about ‘The Kitty’s Paw.’ It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.” Her eyes clouded in pain. “I was so relieved when the tests came back clean. I hated him so much in that moment. He was my best friend and he betrayed my trust. I thought I knew him but I didn’t.”
His muscles tensed. If the guy was still breathing, York would find him and punch him. There was no honor in his actions.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What about you? I’ve told you so much about my life and I know nothing about you.”
York shrugged. “I told you that I head up the Elite team. I am in charge of ensuring the safety of our kings, as well as the queen and of course our heir.”
“Yeah, that made headlines in the local paper last week. The paparazzi are camped outside the front gates in the hopes of getting the first picture of the little one. There is so much speculation as to the sex of the child. It’s all very exciting.”