his
jeans.
He lowered her to the floor none too
gently, and they both began aggressively removing each other’s
clothes. Naked, they stood facing each other. Before he fell on her
like a wild beast, he wanted her to know, even if he could not yet
put it into words. He cupped her face and angled it upward and
kissed her lips. A soft meshing, an affectionate invasion, his
tongue moved slowly inside her mouth, caressing every inch, tasting
and sucking. She exhaled with such an achingly passionate moan the
sound bordered on a sob.
His heart clenched in his chest, his
unused, blackened-to-a-cinder heart. With just that small noise,
she reawakened the heart that was so unsure of so many things after
decades of neglect. He couldn’t wait anymore. His arms pulled her
close so their bodies were cleaved into one, her soft curves
embracing his body’s sharp angles and hardness. His kiss grew more
demanding, and she gave it right back. God, he loved that about
her.
He loved her. That thought rocked
him, but he would not think of it today. His cock had other plans.
He pulled back from her kiss, lifted and placed her on his
king-size bed. She spread her legs in invitation. Raylene was
glistening and wet as hell.
Condoms. The fleeting thought
disappeared. The urge to mate, bond, and occupy her body overtook
all thought and reason and sanity since he took her on the dock.
All his thoughts of not wanting more children faded to mist. The
Mate Bond ruled his actions, so why fight it? The intensity of this
urge to bond surprised him.
He slid into her in one perfect
thrust. Her inner muscles clenched him and held his cock in a tight grip.
The feeling eclipsed anything he’d ever felt with his previous
mates and the hundreds of women, and yes, the few men he’d been
with in his centuries-long life. He didn’t move, just closed his
eyes and felt—everything.
Raylene was not so patient. Her nails
scraped down his back, and her hips moved in encouragement. He
pulled out and thrust back in, and Raylene climaxed, the first of
many if he had anything to say about it. Raylene’s body shuddered
and shook under him. Opening his silver-gray eyes, he began to
pound away with his hips. He lifted one of her shapely legs, his
hand grasped her ass, lifting and angling her for maximum pleasure
for them both. He could feel that hardened clit. He moved faster,
and she blew apart again.
This time he watched. He had never seen
anything so sensually beautiful as Raylene reaching her peak. He
moved faster. Ah, yes. He could do this all bloody night. He kept
up the pace, not giving her any time to recover. He held back as
long as he could. He could tell by the blood rushing through his
veins he was going to have the mother of all releases. Just to
punctuate the point, he plunged his elongated fangs into her neck
and drank. She reached up and held his head in place, and together
they both dived off the cliff.
Everything turned red.
The Rapture.
The ultimate plane for Vampires, blood and
sex congregated to form a state that sent the Vampire or Dhampyre
to sexual oblivion. He did not know how much time passed, or what
he was doing or saying. He’d only experienced this a couple of
times before and not with this intensity.
When the red haze in his brain
receded and the sounds of blood rushing through their veins faded
to the background, he shook his head and tried to focus.
Raylene lay
beneath him, covered in sweat and blood.
He jumped back. Christ, what had he
done?
Before he could react, Raylene
moaned. Deegan leaned down a nd licked the holes in her neck. Jaysus, did he
take too much? Drain her dry? Raylene reached up to touch his
cheek, grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down and licked
his neck as well.
“ The blood—it’s not only mine,”
she whispered.
“ Damn, how long was I ... did I hurt
you?”
Raylene pushed him on his back and
curled next to him, her hand playfully swirling through his chest
hair.
“ Oh, no. You didn’t