“This is what I want.”
She inwardly shrugged off the premonition that this . . . this intimacy was every bit as dangerous as full-out-interlocking-parts sex.
They weren’t hurting anyone, were they?
Besides, there was a thrilling pleasure in knowing this aloof, frigidly controlled vampire was in her power.
Not because of a spell.
Or a trick.
But because her touch set him on fire.
Refusing to contemplate why his fierce passion felt like some sort of victory, Sally stroked her fingers down his straining cock, amazed by the cool smoothness of his skin. Satin over steel.
Excitement curled in the pit of her stomach as she reached the soft sack, giving him a squeeze that made him choke out a strangled groan before she was exploring back to the blunt tip.
Roke squeezed his eyes shut, hissing as she pushed downward again.
“Oh, gods. I’m not going to survive.”
She chuckled as she wiggled until she could sit up, angling downward so she could take the fully engorged erection into her mouth.
“Sally.” He cupped her face to pull her back, his harshly beautiful features tight with need.
She met his smoky gaze. “Let me.”
He gave a slow nod, his lips curling back to reveal his massive fangs as she took him back into her mouth, her fingers circling his base as she swirled her tongue over his tender tip.
His fingers shifted to tangle in her hair, the ground shaking and a frost coating the ceiling as his power flowed through the room.
“Yes,” he groaned, his entire body trembling as he jerkily surged in and out of her mouth. “Perfect. So perfect.”
Chapter Seven
Roke had been a vampire for more centuries than he could remember.
Which meant he’d assumed that he’d seen and done just about everything possible in the world.
An assumption that had been blown to hell by the tiny witch who was tucked next to him with her glorious autumn hair spilling over her pale, satin skin.
Christ almighty.
He’d expected pleasure. He’d even expected it to be explosive. A man couldn’t lust after a woman with such painful intensity and not be blown away by when he at last got her naked.
But what had happened between the two of them . . .
It went beyond pleasure.
The mere touch of her hand had been enough to set him on fire, the resonating feel of her own arousal pulsing through their bond until he couldn’t tell where his passion ended and hers began.
And when she’d taken him in her mouth . . . holy hell, it’d been nothing less than sensual ecstasy.
Now he was perched on his side with Sally lying next to him, her fingers lightly tracing the dragon tattoo that marked him as a clan chief.
Yet another first.
He hid a rueful smile.