He started with a maddening sweep of his tongue just below her ear. She shivered, even though her blood was on fire for the heat of his lips and the gentle, but unmistakable, rasp of his fangs as he dragged his mouth down to the curve where her neck and shoulder met. He suckled and nipped, working his way to her breasts. Kneading them in strong hands, tonguing the tight buds at their peaks, he didn’t move on until she was moaning with pleasure and aching for more.
Her back arched into him as he began a slow and steady exploration of her rib cage and abdomen. He took care around her bruises, astonishing tenderness from a Breed male who had lived ten lifetimes and counting, whose own otherworldly body was virtually indestructible. Yet he navigated her minor wounds as though he were handling glass.
That moved her deeply, even more than his passion had overwhelmed her.
Melena reached down, cradling his dark head in her hands while his kiss traveled lower.
Across her stomach, onto each hip bone, over the quivering tops of her thighs. She trembled as his mouth blazed a slow path down the entire length of her right leg and ankle, then returned up her left calf, to her knee and the tingling flesh of her inner thigh.
If he wanted to make her wet and vibrating with the need to have him inside her, Lazaro could have stopped right after their lips had met for the first time here in his bedroom.
But it was patently clear from the wicked look he shot up the length of her nude body that he was only getting started.
His head lowered between her spread legs. When the heat of his breath rushed out against her sex, she shuddered. When his lips touched down and his hot, silky tongue cleaved into her slit, she let out a strangled cry.
Fingers gripping the coverlet on each side of her, she held on for dear life as Lazaro licked and kissed and fucked her senseless with his ruthlessly skilled mouth.
She came in mere moments, pleasure shooting through her in wave after glorious wave. She didn’t know if she sighed or screamed or both. She only knew that while her body was still floating in a million tiny shards of bliss, Lazaro started climbing back up to her on the bed.
He stroked her face, watching her—smirking in obvious satisfaction, for God’s sake.
Then his grin was gone as quickly as it had arrived, and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard and deep and wild.
He drew back on a curse, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. He stripped off his clothing and boots in mere seconds. Then he pivoted back to her, gloriously naked. He found his place between her thighs again and held himself there, unmoving, watching her. Considering her in some way.
His big body threw off waves of heat and power. The glyphs that traced his bulky shoulders and muscular arms continued onto the contours of his chest and rippled abdomen. They pulsed vividly on his skin, alive and flooded with color.
Those Gen One skin markings trekked farther south as well. The thick, long shaft of his cock was circled with glyphs, their hues flushing even deeper as Melena admired him with unabashed approval.
God, he was immense. Magnificently so.
And sexy as hell.
She rose up to touch his face, cupping his stern jaw in her palm when a scowl thundered across his expression. “It’s been a while for me too,” he said, then gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not sure I can be as gentle as I’d like for you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Melena saw the torment in his aura, even if his body was being driven by a stronger need now. He didn’t want to let her in, but he couldn’t shut her out either.
He cared, even though he wanted to deny it.
She thought back to what he said to her in the cave. That just because he’d helped her stay alive, didn’t mean she was safe with him.
Melena had never felt more protected or secure with anyone in her life.
And she’d never known anything so raw and consuming—so impossible to deny—as how it felt being with Lazaro.
She wrapped her hand around his nape and pulled him down in a deep, scorching kiss. With her other hand, she sought out his cock and grasped it firmly, pumping his length in sure, steady strokes. She didn’t let go of his mouth or his penis for a good long moment. When she did, she gave him a smile against his parted lips and the fangs that now filled his mouth even more than before. “See?” she told him. “I’m not going to break.”
He uttered a low, vicious curse that sounded to be half relief and half anguish.
Then he positioned himself at her body’s entrance and drove home, deep and slow and long, all the way to the hilt.
He filled her so completely she could hardly summon her breath. Then he started to pivot in and out, rolling his hips in controlled, tantalizing swivels that dragged a curse out of her too. Sweet pressure spiraled within her core as he pushed her toward another climax. He didn’t go gently, instead driving into her so far and fully, it was all she could do to hold on to him and let her body shatter in his arms.