She was real? More like he couldn’t be real, not and be so sweet. So loving. Teagan wanted to cry at the things he said to her. He really meant them. She was that special to him. How could he have lived such a lonely existence for so many years—years filled with hunting and destroying friends and even family? He didn’t have anyone left alive. No brothers. No sisters. No parents or grandparents. She’d lost her mother, but she’d never really known her. Her father had abandoned her before she was born. Still, she was raised in a loving environment and her family always, always had her back.
She couldn’t imagine what his life was like, so bleak and gray and barren. His memories were mainly those of battle, blood, wounds, pain and death. She didn’t want to see those things in his mind. It was difficult not to burst into tears. At the same time, she wanted to give him everything he wanted or needed.
She stretched up, bringing his head down to hers again, needing his mouth, needing to show him how much he mattered to her. It wasn’t just about what his clever fingers did to her body, or the fire raging in her, she wanted him to know she felt so much more. She kissed him, sliding her lips over his in a caress. Teasing with the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth.
Kissing him was a miracle of sensation, especially combined with the delicious feelings his fingers stirred as they pressed inside of her. There was a tiny bite of pain from the stretch, but that was a little wicked and delicious.
Look at me, sivamet.
She reluctantly lifted her head so her eyes met his. There was something there, deep, important. Something that took her breath away.
You are giving yourself to me.
It was more of a statement than a question, but she knew better. She knew he needed to hear her say it to him.
She lifted her head, found his earlobe and tugged gently with her teeth. “I’m giving myself to you,” she affirmed.
His eyes darkened. The glacier melted. Went pure liquid. He took her mouth and it was no leisurely kiss, no gentle kiss. It was hard and hot and spectacular. She hadn’t known anyone could kiss like that and she lost herself completely, there in his mouth.
10
Andre took a breath to gain control. Teagan had only a glimmer of an idea of what and who he was. He knew that. He knew the pull between lifemates was so strong that they couldn’t be apart for long. He also knew she wouldn’t be happy when she realized the full of extent of the commitment she was making.
It should have mattered. It had mattered before she walked away from his protection and the safety of the cave. Now it didn’t. Not after seeing a vampire dropping out of the fog straight at her. The vampire was newly made so it had the advantage of being able to hunt right at sunset, but thankfully it didn’t have the skills to overcome the terrible need for fresh, fear-based blood.
Andre wanted Teagan with every breath in his body. He knew from kissing her, no one had kissed her before. No one. Not a single man. There was no childish fumbling in her school years. She had kept herself away from other men. No one had ever been inside of her, or put their hands and mouth on her. She belonged only to him. Only him.
The thought of her loyalty to him before they’d ever met and her gift of herself to him now, left him wild for her. He wanted to give her everything. Be everything for her. He wanted to see her first orgasm take her, looking into her eyes, his name on her lips, knowing he gave her that pleasure. He wanted to feel what she felt. He had bound their souls. He would bind their bodies, and then he would work for the rest of their eternity together to bind her heart to his.
He tried to gentle the kiss, but possession had taken over. Teagan belonged to him. She was worth every sacrifice he’d ever made. He kissed his way to her chin. To her breasts. She was so small and perfect. He’d never seen a woman more perfectly formed and so sensitive. The expression on her face, the hitch in her breath and the glaze in her eyes when he tugged and rolled her nipples, when he sucked them into the heat of his mouth, wiped out every horrific place he’d ever been, even if it was just for the moment.
Her skin was softer than anything he’d ever felt. He craved her, and he allowed himself to feel that craving. To embrace it. He kissed her throat, laved the pulse in her neck, but resisted taking more of her very essence. He kissed his way along her collar bone, holding her easily beneath him.
Her hands smoothed his back, shaped his shoulders and then tangled in his hair, pulling out the cord so his long hair fell free and she could grasp the thick length of it with her fist. He loved that. He loved her ragged breath and writhing body, the way her hips bucked against him. She held nothing back from him. From his touch. When she gave herself to him, she meant it and she gave him her complete surrender. Her trust.
It had never occurred to him that trust would be such a gift. She put herself in his hands when she’d never made love before. She trusted him to make it good for her. She trusted that whatever he chose to do to her body would ultimately bring her pleasure. He was not about to abuse her trust—not ever.
He lavished attention on her breasts, and then when she was moaning softly, he kissed his way down to her belly button. She wrapped both legs around his hips, pressing herself close to him. She was naturally sensual and with him, uninhibited. Her soft skin had gone hot. Her breath came in sexy little pants. He spent some time on her belly. She had muscle but there was woman under that soft skin, sleek and beautiful, and her belly had a faint soft curve to it that he reveled in.
He knelt between her legs, pulling them over his shoulders. She gasped, and for the first time he felt a hint of fear creeping in, but it wasn’t strong enough for her to retreat. He kissed the inside of her thigh.
You will like this, csitri, I promise.
Her gaze clung to his. Watching her face, he kissed his way up her thigh until he was at the junction of her legs. Her soft belly contracted in anticipation. She held her breath as he leaned close and the shadow along his jaw rubbed along her thighs. She gasped. He did a slow tongue swipe. Her body jerked and she let out a small cry.
He didn’t wait. She needed to be prepared to take him and just with one small taste, he was already so hungry for her he couldn’t have stopped himself. He plunged his tongue deep, all the while watching her face—her beautiful face. She came apart for him. Just that fast. That hot. On fire. He knew he would need to see that particular expression millions of times and he’d still crave it as much as he craved the taste of her sex and the taste of her blood.
Teagan cried out, nearly overcome with sensation. Tears burned behind her eyes. She hadn’t known she was capable of feeling like that, or that an orgasm could be so strong. Like a tidal wave, washing over and through her.
He moved over her fast, pushing into her slick heat, stretching her beyond anything she’d imagined. It burned, and yet at the same time, she wanted more. He was thick and long and he moved one slow inch at a time, careful to allow her body to become accustomed to his invasion with every inch he gained.
You are so tight, sivamet. Relax for me. As much as you can.
He wasn’t hurting her, not really. She knew he was aware that he wasn’t hurting her because they were so deeply entrenched in each other’s mind. It only added to the intimacy between them. She did her best to do as he said, especially when every single cell in her body was on fire. She was desperate to have him inside her.
He was going at an excruciatingly slow pace. She pushed up, trying to impale herself on him, needing to be filled.
Let me, csitri. I do not want your first experience to be painful.