As if he’d read her mind, Riker fell forward and took her breast in his mouth. He bit her lightly, then laved the area with his tongue, circling her sensitive flesh and moving inward until he reached her nipple.
The very tip of his tongue flicked back and forth, teasing her so deliciously. His palm drifted over her belly and slipped under her panties. She parted her thighs, eager for his touch.
He didn’t disappoint. His fingers delved between her folds, and she cried out at the tender brush of onefingertip over her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he said against her breast. “So silky.” He dipped one finger inside her, and she cried out again, already so close to orgasm that she wanted to weep. “I want to taste you.”
Good God, yes. Oral sex had never been her favorite thing in the world, and truth be told, she’d always shied away from it. Too intimate. Too embarrassing.
But suddenly, she couldn’t deny Riker this; suddenly, she wanted it.
Riker moved down her body, kissing and licking, stoking the fire inside her into an inferno. When he settled himself between her legs, his massive shoulders spreading her thighs impossibly wide, she was sure he’d feel the heat blasting off her.
He didn’t remove her underwear. He closed his mouth over the fabric and licked. The feel of his firm tongue pushing the cotton against her was like nothing she’d experienced before, and she reveled in the almost-there tease, rocking her hips upward to meet his mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take what you want.”
“I want to come,” she growled back.
Tunneling his fingers under the elastic, he pulled the panties aside and licked her again, this time flesh on flesh. She jerked at the intensity of the contact, and when he dipped his tongue inside her, she nearly arched off the mattress.
He wasn’t gentle as he lapped at her, using his tongue as an erotic weapon that made her body writhe so violently that he had to hold her in place with a firm grip on her hips. Dizzying pleasure ricocheted through her, and when she heard the sound of tearing fabric,
she knew he was as far gone as she was.
He lunged against her, thrusting his tongue deep.
It swirled and stroked, taking her so high she thought she might pass out. She was at the very edge of orgasm, hovering on a blade’s edge, but he denied her, skillfully bringing her down for just a heartbeat before working her up again.
“Please,” she rasped. “I—”
She cut off at his sudden change of tactic. A quick lick up her center, and then she felt the most curious, smooth caress over her clit. His head moved from side to side as her pleasure climbed higher, and that’s when she realized he was using the length of one fang to stroke her. The knowledge sent her over the edge and right into the most intense, mind-blowing climax of her life. It hadn’t even ended when Riker covered her with his body and plunged inside her.
She came again, even though he wasn’t moving, was hovering over her, watching her with that menacing, predatory gaze.
“Multiple orgasms,” he said in a guttural whisper.
“That’s what the fluid from our fangs does. Makes everything it touches extra . . . sensitive.” He drove his point home by slipping his hand between them and flicking the tip of his finger over her swollen knot of nerves. Yet another orgasm struck with the intensity of lightning, short-circuiting her entire nervous system with pleasure.
She clawed at his back, encouraging him to get on with it. She had to see him come. Had to see this hardened, battle-scarred vampire lose himself to the ultimate pleasure.
Pleasure she would give.
A low, rough sound burst from his chest, and then he was pumping wildly, slamming his hips into hers, and shoving her up the mattress with each powerful thrust. A fine sheen of sweat formed on his skin, making his ropy veins stand out starkly on top of quivering muscles. The sounds of sex filled the room, the slap of flesh, the panting breaths, the wet slide of his shaft in her core.
Ecstasy built again, and oh, how easily he did this to her. She struggled to breathe through the waves that came hotter and faster with his increasingly frenzied thrusts. He churned above her, teeth bared, tendons straining. Flames of pure bliss licked through her veins and gathered at her core until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she locked her legs around his back so hard he grunted.
She lifted her hips to take him so deep he was forced to adjust his position and grind against her in massive, undulating surges.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh . . . yes!”
She convulsed in a rush of exhilaration and pleasure that expanded outward from her center and coalesced in a mind-blowing release. The joy of the moment was more than physical; it was emotional on a level she’d never experienced before. Nothing had ever felt so right. So perfect.