The Warrior Vampire(119)

He scooped her up in his arms and took her inside, away from the light that steadily crested the horizon. Once inside, he turned her again so that her back was flush with his chest. His penthouse was enormous. Three times the size of her house. Naya took in the lush furnishings, tasteful, high-end decorating, and wealth that surrounded her. Ronan had once been nothing more than a slave. He’d escaped from that life, become a powerful male who lived like a king.

And he belonged to her.

Ronan cupped her throat gently in his massive palm. The scrape of his fangs on her exposed throat sent a shiver over Naya’s skin as his opposite hand plunged down past her belly. He unfastened her pants with deft haste and plunged into her underwear, catching her sex in his heated palm.

Her need for him was all-consuming.

Ronan’s breath was hot in her ear as he stroked her pussy, his fingers feathering over her slick flesh in search of her clit. Naya gasped at the contact, pleasure radiating through her body as a deep, hollow ache opened up inside of her. He licked the flesh at her throat, nipped without breaking the skin. Surely teasing himself as much as he was her, withholding what they both wanted until the last possible moment.

He circled her clit with achingly slow precision, holding her immobile with the palm that still clutched her throat. They’d spent the entire previous day in bed, and the drive from Crescent City had been torture. Not being able to touch him, taste him, take him deep inside of her the way she wanted to. Gods, at this rate, how would they ever live normal lives when they were so utterly starved for each other’s bodies?

Naya reached around to grab his thigh. She wanted him out of his damned pants. Naked. His gorgeous body bare for her to enjoy. She shoved at her own pants, working them down to her ankles, and kicked them and her underwear off, sending them over the arm of an overstuffed chair. She reached back, tugging at Ronan’s fly, and he broke their contact only as long as it took to shed his clothes. Naya stripped off her shirt and bra and Ronan tackled her, bending her over the same chair that was now decorated with their discarded garments.

Ronan urged one leg up on the arm and Naya obliged, resting her forearms in front of her. “Don’t make me wait, Ronan. I want it hard. Gods, I need you to fuck me hard.”

Desperation tightened Naya’s chest. Her need for the male bent over her, mindless. He cupped her breast, plucking at the hardened peak of her nipple, and a ripple of sensation shot through Naya’s body and settled in her pussy. Her clit throbbed with each delicious tug as Ronan continued to stoke her desire to a frenzied, mindless want that had her arching her back and thrusting her ass up toward him. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d go out of her mind.

Ronan’s tongue traced a path up Naya’s spine, the wet heat causing her to shudder. His teeth grazed her shoulder and she tensed beneath him. Would he break the skin this time? He ventured to her other shoulder and Naya let out a frustrated whimper. “Ronan.” Desperation accented her tone. “Please.”

He knew exactly what to do to bring her to the height of pleasure without allowing her release. With a gentle flick of his fingers he reached between her thighs to brush her clit, and Naya cried out. She rocked back, desperate to increase the pressure, but he pulled away, allowing her not an ounce of control. He could keep her this way for hours. She was at his mercy. It was a dark, delicious torture that only made her want more. Naya was lost. Insatiable. Ronan drove her mad with want. And it only showed how powerful his hold on her was that she didn’t want the sweet torture to end.

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A savage need for the female in his arms overtook Ronan. She was so wet, so willing and responsive, and just as far gone for him as he was for her. The drive to L.A. had been infuriating. A race against daylight that allowed for no pit stops. Eleven hours next to his mate while her scent engulfed him, her mere presence aroused him. He couldn’t wait to get her up to his penthouse so he could fuck her. He wanted it slow and steady. A build that took hours to sate. He wanted to take her with a fierceness that left them both breathless and shaking. He wanted to lap at her pussy until he’d had his fill. They had hours to kill until sundown, and Ronan intended to spend every one of them naked and in Naya’s arms.

“Ronan, fuck me. I can’t wait another second.”

Right now his mate wanted him intensely. He was more than ready to oblige her. His cock pulsed hot and hard between his legs, brushing against her ass as he gave shallow thrusts of his hips. Her pussy dripped with her arousal, so slick and wet and hot that it drove him crazy. He spread the wetness over her mound, across her thighs, and up through the crease of her ass.