“Yes,” he murmured, staring at her. “Perfect.”
He crawled up her body, taking his time. Abbey closed her eyes as he kissed the top of her knee, his fingers trailing up her calves. Lucian moved higher, his tongue flicking out to tease her inner thigh. She fought against the instinctual desire to close her legs as his mouth moved higher.
He bit gently over her femoral artery, reminding her of what he wanted as much as he wanted her body. Not that he’d ever get it. At least, not from her.
And then his dark head was between her legs.
A startled cry escaped her as his tongue slid over her folds.
“Lucian,” she breathed, her fingers delving into his hair.
His clever tongue lapped at her, tracing the contours of the most sensitive part of her body. One finger pressed into her as he caught her clit in his mouth. A wordless shriek erupted from her as he grazed his teeth over the tender skin oh so gently.
Her chest heaved with her rapid breaths and pleasure thundered through her with every lick of his tongue. Her orgasm built higher as he sucked her clit with an expert’s touch. The finger thrust deeper into her, eliciting a jumble of pleas from her lips.
“More,” she cried, rocking against his mouth. “Oh please, Lucian. Don’t leave me like this.”
She felt his smile against her flesh.
“No,” she moaned, knowing what he’d do. “No, don’t you dare.”
But he was already pulling back.
“I need to find a stake,” she said, tunneling her fingers through her own hair. “Garlic, a few crosses, maybe a Bible or two.”
“Hush,” he whispered. “You can’t come yet, darling. This needs to last.”
“Villain.”
“Trust me,” he said against her lips. “You’ll thank me in a moment.”
“I had better,” she grumbled a second before his cock thrust into her.
Pleasure seared through her, robbing her of words. With her body already so primed, every movement was addictively intense.
She bent her knees, cradling Lucian between her thighs.
“Better?” he teased, kissing her nape.
“Just move.”
He withdrew to the tip before driving back into her with a groan.
“So hot,” he said against her skin. “Hot for me.”
“Only you.” Christian was a distant memory. No one compared to Lucian. Not in her past and not, she feared, in her future.
She undulated beneath him as he surged into her. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she held him close.
“Lucian,” she begged, her nails marring his newly healed back.
“I like you wild for me,” he whispered.
“Go faster or you’ll see true desperation.”
Wrapping his arms around her for support, he rolled them over. Abbey gasped as she found herself astride him.
“Show me,” he said. “Take what you need.”
She looked down at him, feeling vulnerable as she sat astride him with his cock buried deep within her. But now was not the time to back down from the delicious challenge in his eyes.
Abbey pressed her hands to his chest as she lifted her hips and impaled herself on his stiff cock.
“God,” he groaned, throwing back his head.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp as she repeated the action.
His hands rose to her hips to steady her but he didn’t try to control her movements in any other way. His muscles tensed beneath her hands and she smiled, knowing what it must cost him to let her set the pace. Surely he was itching to thrust into her, to dominate. But instead he let her set the tone.
And since she was in control, she could torture him just as he had her. With a grin she fell into an easy, slow rhythm, far from the desperate gallop they both craved. Again and again, she rose over his proud cock before sinking down once more, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
“Abbey,” he groaned, obviously at his limit.
She braced her hands on the pillow by his head and leaned over him. “Beg me,” she challenged. Her mouth drifted over his lips, tempting him with everything he craved.
“Please.” The word was hissed from between clenched teeth.
“Who do you want?” she demanded, running her fingers down his chest.
“You. Only you.”
Their mouths met in a ferocious clash even as his hands gripped her hips. He rocked into her in time with her movements, no longer content to play a passive role. Together they raced toward their pleasure.
Abbey threw her head back as her hips rolled against his. His teeth scraped against her pulse but the sharp points didn’t break the skin. She knew the relentless hunger spiraling through him and was thankful for his restraint. His fangs in her throat was a sensation she wanted to avoid for the rest of her life.