The cool air brushed over her skin, but it did nothing to ease the feverish heat that flowed through her veins. A heat that only intensified as he cupped her bare breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples to tight beads.
Sally squeezed her eyes closed, savoring the agonizing pleasure of Roke’s touch at the same time she could feel the hunger that pulsed through him.
Perhaps their bond was an illusion, but there was a heady sensation in experiencing their mutual reaction as his lips traced the line of her shoulder and then down her inner arm, sketching the intricate crimson scrolling with the tip of his tongue.
Sally’s startled gasp echoed through the shelter.
She’d never realized a mere brush of his lips over her mating mark could be so . . . erotic.
Her skin tingled, electric darts of anticipation arrowing straight to her womb.
She released a shaky groan as his cool, clever fingers skimmed down her body, tugging at the zipper of her jeans.
How many nights had she fantasized about this vampire? His touch . . . his kiss . . .
The feel of his fangs striking deep into her flesh.
Lost in the cascading pleasure, Sally arched her back in silent encouragement.
Roke growled in appreciation, turning his attention to her naked breasts. His tongue tortured the sensitive tip as his hands skillfully slid the jeans down her slender hips, pausing long enough to yank off her shoes before the jeans were removed and tossed across the floor.
Slowly his fingers explored the slender curve of her hip, as he trailed kisses over her opposite breast. Sally forgot to breathe as she restlessly ran her hands over his chest, her body trembling with need.
“This is insanity,” she moaned.
“No.” He nibbled a path to the tip of her breast. “Insanity is trying to fight this.”
A part of her agreed. The part that was shivering with a breathless anticipation that made her heart pound and her knees weak.
Another part, however, understood that this was more than a casual quickie.
The mating mark on her arm still tingled from his light caress, emphasizing their unnervingly intimate connection.
Did she really want to take the chance of becoming even more tightly bound to a vampire who was desperate to get rid of her?
“Roke . . . wait.”
With a soft curse, he lifted his head, his expression tight with frustration.
“I can feel your desire, Sally,” he rasped. “You ache with your need.”
She flushed. It was awful enough he could scent her arousal without having a direct peek into her inner fantasies.
“Which is precisely why this is such a bad idea.”
His eyes flashed with silver fire. “It’s not an idea. It’s fate. We both know it.”
“And if it somehow interferes in the magic binding us together? There are demons who use sex to complete their mating.”
Without warning, he had her scooped in his arms and stretched across the narrow bed.
“Right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”
She shuddered as he leaned over her, burying his face in the curve of her neck.
“Roke—”
“Ssh.” He nuzzled soft kisses down the line of her chin. “There is more than one way to share pleasure.”