His fingers gently traced the curve of her breasts, as his mouth sought her lips in a kiss of stark need.
She moaned, her toes curling as his tongue penetrated her lips, a flood of melting desire rushing through her.
She knew she should fight.
There were a thousand reasons this could be put in the worst-decision-ever category.
But hell, who was she fooling?
It hadn’t only been her appetite that had suffered when she’d been apart from Roke. Her restless nights had been plagued by a craving for his touch.
Now her body was responding to him with a fierce joy that couldn’t be denied.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe this was fate.
As if sensing her capitulation, his fingers circled the tight buds of her breasts, learning what made her gasp in delight before he lowered himself to capture a sensitive tip between his lips.
Sally gave a choked cry of pleasure, her fingers tangling in the silken strands of his hair.
She’d always heard that vampires made the best lovers.
Perhaps predictable since they used seduction to feed. But her intense reaction as he sucked her nipple wasn’t the result of skill. It was the response of a woman completely enthralled by one specific man.
Roke.
Only Roke.
“So sweet,” he murmured, his lips traveling between her breasts as his hands gently tugged her legs apart.
Vaguely aware he was still fully dressed while she was stark naked, Sally was too aroused to feel embarrassment as he trailed his fingers down the curve of her waist and cupped her hips in his hands.
With delicious care his mouth followed the path of his fingers, planting soul-melting kisses down her quivering stomach.
Sally undulated beneath his teasing touch, glancing down to meet the smoldering silver gaze that monitored her with a searing intensity.
A slow wicked smile curved his lips, exposing his snow-white fangs. She groaned, the dampness between her legs flooding the room with the scent of her arousal.
His smile widened.
“Peaches,” he growled.
Then, before she could brace herself, he was sliding off the edge of the bed so he could tug her legs over his shoulders and nibble a path up her inner thigh.
She closed her eyes, dropping her head back on the mattress as he at last found the center of her aching need, licking his tongue through the wet heat.
Oh. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Her hips tilted upward, silently encouraging the slow, steady stroke of his tongue, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.
The exquisite pleasure was building at a rapid rate.
Too rapid.
She wanted to prolong the pleasure. To drown in the ripples of delight that shimmered through the very core of her.
But it’d been so long. And it felt so damned good.