Abbey gasped when he caught one nipple in his mouth. The heat of his tongue playing over her skin was almost too much to bear. She writhed under him, rocking her pelvis against his. With a last lick he turned his attention to her other breast, teasing the sensitive flesh as she threw her head back. Her own harsh pant filled her ears along with the wordless pleas falling from her lips.
Lucian rolled his hips against hers, pressing his erection into the intimate vee between her thighs. A cry escaped her throat. She looked up at the dark ceiling but couldn’t register anything she saw. The pleasure riding her body blinded her to everything but his touch. And she needed more. Much more.
“Lucian, please,” she begged. “I need…”
“I know.” His fingers pressed against her panties.
Abbey almost rocketed from the bed.
“Again?” he whispered wickedly against her ear.
“Again,” she agreed. “And again, and again.”
His finger trailed along the fabric of her panties before stripping them from her legs. This time when he touched her, there was nothing to separate them.
She looked up into his blue eyes and saw the telltale red rim around his irises. When a vampire’s true nature came to the surface, his eyes bled red. That Lucian’s eyes were changing told her as nothing else could that she affected him as much as he did her. For a man who prided himself on his control, there was no greater compliment than to be the one who made him lose it.
A clever finger teased along her slit and coherent thought fled. He traced along her slick folds with maddening gentleness.
“More,” she demanded.
“As you wish.”
His finger delved into her and she cried out against his lips. Lucian swallowed the desperate sound and continued his sensual torture.
The steady thrust of one finger was joined by another. When his thumb ran over her clit, there was no stopping the animalistic moans bursting from her body. He made love to her with his fingers the way she wanted him to do with his cock. Helpless, she rocked against his hand, grinding herself onto him.
“Lucian,” she cried. Close, she was so bloody close.
“Not so fast.” His fingers slowed to an easy rhythm.
She moaned in protest, wiggling to try to get him to increase his pace. She needed more. She needed fulfillment.
“You promised no complaints,” she said.
“Humans.” He chuckled. “So impatient.”
“Finish this or I’ll never forgive you.”
His lips brushed against hers. “As you wish.”
She watched her lover stand so he could strip the slacks from his body and fought the urge to lick her lips. When his cock jutted free, her breath caught in her chest. Lucian was a big man in all ways, and for a moment she feared she wouldn’t be able to take him all.
But when he turned his gaze back to her, a slow smile curved her lips. No man had ever gotten her as hot as he did. They would fit.
“We need a condom,” she said, trying to think logically when everything in her urged to jump and damn the consequences.
“No need. Vampire-human couplings can’t get you pregnant,” he said, climbing back into the bed with her. “And my kind can’t catch or carry any mortal disease.”
Handy. “Okay,” she said as his hands ran up her legs. The small circles his thumbs traced along her inner thighs nearly had her going cross-eyed.
“Ready?” he asked her.
She paraphrased his words back to him. “Since the moment I met you.”
His grin was her reward before his hands pushed her thighs apart.
His hard cock jutted up against her sex and despite her eagerness, she hesitated.
“You can take me,” he assured her, his thumb teasing her inner lips. “You were born to take me.”
Abbey met his scorching gaze as he began easing into her body. A small cry escaped her. Lucian was big and it had been a while since her last lover.
Kisses rained down on her face as his fingers worked to ease his entrance. Within moments he was seated fully within her. Abbey drew a deep breath, trying to reconcile the strange feeling of completeness.
“Abbey?” The strain in his voice was clear.
She wiggled a bit, trying to get used to the feel of him, and heard his swift inhale. Glancing up at her lover, she smiled. He’d been very good, trying to give her the time she needed to adjust.
“I’m fine,” she assured him, cupping his face between her palms. “Please, Lucian. Move.”
He needed no more urging.
Abbey groaned as he withdrew to the tip and thrust back into her. Holding her hips, he surged into her. Again and again, he drove deeper. Abbey fisted one hand in the sheets around them while the other wrapped around his shoulder. Breath escaped her in gasps as she rocked against her lover. Throwing her head back she writhed beneath him, trying to handle the pleasure spiraling through her at each thrust.