"I do. I really do."
"Then part your thighs, dragă."
At length, she lay back, gripping the furs in her fists.
Am I to have this prize?
Though a furious blush suffused her skin, she slowly began spreading her knees. His heart twisted in his chest at this show of trust from his Bride.
Gods, yes, he would survive tomorrow!
He would live to know the full power of her desire. He'd live to claim his stunning female, to master her body with his own, to win her eternally-
She bared her succulent sex; his body reacted with an animalistic frenzy, his lusts raging.
His mouth watered for her pink, glistening folds, for the shadowy little dip of her opening. He wanted to fall upon her, devour her. His fangs ached to prick her; he'd suck on her welling flesh. His c*ck surged, desperate to sink into her virgin core.
When he took her luscious scent into him, he felt the beginning tremors in the base of his shaft, seed rising against his will.
About to spill? Before I'm even to kiss?
He somehow restrained himself. In an unrecognizable voice, he repeated what he'd told her the first night he'd found her: "I've had a sample of your taste, dragă mea. Now I feast. . . ."
She peeked her head up, worrying her lip. "Daciano?"
But he'd already lowered his head. When he opened his mouth and pressed it to her sex, she gasped. With his first hungry lick of her heat, he groaned, "A mea! Dulcea mea." Mine! My sweet.
She collapsed back with a moan of delight. "Yes, vampire, yes. . . ."
Her taste was indescribable; her essence was like a current ripping through him-tightening every muscle in his body, enlivening every dancing nerve.
Even as he tongued her with abandon, he somehow kept his fangs in check. Even when he opened his mouth wide to cover her, he didn't graze her tender flesh.
So long I've waited for this. He gazed up to see her reaction. Arms stretched over her head, she arched her back. Her br**sts moved sensuously, her puckered ni**les jutting toward the folly roof.
She's in love with this kiss between us, as much as I am.
Still on his knees, he rubbed his hands up her torso, possessively fondling her damp br**sts, pinning them under his palms. He licked her even harder, dipping his tongue to her opening to gather wetness, then laving her clitoris with it.
My Bride, my prize, my feast.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and rocked to his tongue. "Harder, vampire," she breathed, gone wanton with need. "Deeper."
"Bett!" He couldn't give her what she needed, couldn't penetrate her body in any way. Not with his fingers, his fangs, his cock. Frustration seized him-I want to be so deep in you, f**king you so hard! His h*ps instinctively thrust, but his shaft found no softness to sink into.
"Trehan," she moaned. "Please, I-I need . . ."
With a growl, he surrendered his grip on her br**sts and clutched the backs of her thighs, trapping her knees wide to get deeper with his tongue.
"Oh, my gods, yes!" Her broken cries sounded awed: "Never felt . . . it's so strong . . . you make me feel . . ."
Chapter 37
Her trembling thighs pressed against the sides of his face as her flesh began to quiver. On the very edge, she gripped the back of his head, undulating her h*ps up-as she tugged him down.
Even in the throes, Bettina knew that this secreted place on her body-a place no other male had ever touched-was now his.
He'd claimed it with his tongue, with his lips, with his harsh growls. And she'd surrendered it fully.