think that part of me may have changed.”
“What do you mean?” He remained focused on sampling every inch of her.
Ambrosia took hold of his hands, restraining them at his sides. Desmond stared down at her with wide eyes and raised brows.
“There’s so much—energy flowing through me right now, I can’t describe it. I want to bite you. I feel aggressive, but I don’t want to hurt you. I’m excited and aroused, but afraid of my impulses. Does that make any sense at all?”
“Actually, it does.”
“Really?”
“Yes it does. Since the moment you ran into me at the fair, I’ve experienced a magnetic pull. I want to claim you in every way possible. If I had allowed my animal instinct to take control, I could have physically hurt you, so I had to stay away, except on the astral level. Those meetings were incredible, but the physical pull when we’re together is more—so much more.”
“I’ve never experienced this sensation before. Is it a vampire thing?”
“I believe it’s a soul mate thing. A part of each of us was missing, and when we found our other half, we naturally wanted to join in every way, almost consume one other.”
“Yes, that’s exactly it.”
Letting out a dirty laugh, he pulled her hard against his solid, lean body.
She claimed the sweetness of his lips. Releasing his hands, she cradled his face, kissing him as he stroked her mouth to ecstasy with his talented tongue. Gripping lust consumed her. Desmond’s ebony button-down shirt was a temporary deterrent until she flung it open, sending buttons flinging across the room, clinking as they bounced off the walls and the floor. Ambrosia explored the chiseled plains of his torso then moved her fingers down to the softness of the cotton material of his flat-front chino pants. Impatient, she ripped open the button and zipper. The feeble metal surrendered, parting like butter under her strength.
“Oh yeah.” Desmond slid his pants down. “I think I could get used to this side of you.”
He stood, naked, under her sexual reign, and she loved it. She trailed her fingers down the fine line of masculine hair trailing from his navel down to seventh heaven.
“Desmond?” She moved closer again.
“Yes?” His strong hands squeezed her breasts freeing them from the confines of their satin prison.
“Rip it off me.”
Desmond tore the gown off, exposing her skin to the cool air of their underwater room.
“You turn me on so much.” He grabbed her around the waist with one hand and clutched her breast with the other, pinching and twisting her pulsing nipple between his fingers.
“I want you, Desmond.” Ambrosia grabbed his cock and massaged it to steely hardness.
“I aim to please.” Desmond lifted her up with one arm around the small of her back and one supporting her ass. The stiffness of his dick rubbed along the inside of her thigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Lost in the depths of his intoxicating kiss, she barely realized he’d carried her over to the desk until she felt the flatness of the wooden surface under her bare ass cheeks.
“I guess this is a night of firsts for both of us,” Desmond’s heavy breath at her ear sent chills down her spine.
How so?” She dragged her nails up the length of his defined back, smiling at his deep, blissful groan.
“I’ve never had such a hard time controlling myself before.” Desmond tilted his head back and she followed his gaze to two sharks swimming overhead and a school of colorful fish rushing out of their way. “Do you think it’s because we’re under the sea?”
“Come to think of it….”Ambrosia felt behind her and swept everything off the desk then pulled him down with her. “It’s a first for me too.”
She trembled as he trailed kisses down her neck, along her abdomen, and suckled the inside of her thigh. A gasp of ecstasy slipped out when the sharpness of his fangs penetrated her flesh.
“Desmond—ah that feels amazing.” She grabbed