She froze.
Luckily, he didn't. He kept rocking his penis in and out until she was panting, "More, vampire!"
He gave more.
"Ah, deeper."
"Like this?" He sank himself as deep as he could, grinding against her clitoris with the most exquisite pressure. "Tell me what you need, love," he rasped, his accent as thick as she'd heard it. His body was bowstring taut, muscles rigid beneath her nails. "I will give it to you-I swear."
"That! Keep doing that . . ." Her clitoris ached for even more stimulation; he did give it to her, circling his hips, moving his body like a sinful dream.
So much delicious stimulation. Her head thrashed, her legs locking around his waist.
"I told you, Bett . . . that you'd have me as deep"-circling those hips-"and as hard as you need me."
She couldn't answer his words-because pleasure gathered right at that spot in a sudden blinding wave.
As if from a distance she heard herself scream his name. Mindless, she writhed beneath him, clutching his hair, rubbing her ni**les against his sweating skin.
Was that her throaty voice, shamelessly begging him? Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
"Never!"
With a wet rush, she orgasmed around his erection, spasms so strong he had to feel them, tugging his length deeper, deeper-the connection unending. . . .
Control fraying. No, don't follow her!
Keep your seed, keep your seed, Trehan's mind chanted. Must make it last.
But what male on earth could withstand that irresistible clench? A better male than I.
And then her abandon? She screamed my name as she thrashed on my shaft!
Somehow, somehow, he'd steeled himself against her wanton response as her release subsided.
Wide-eyed, breathless, she asked, "Could you . . . could you feel me do it?"
She's asking me if I felt her orgasm. He shuddered. Her innocent question, posed in that sultry voice . . . "Ah, gods, Bett, yes! Yes, I could feel you very well."
And now the slippery heat of her cl**ax beckoned him to plunge deeper, to revel in it.
He might have succeeded in keeping his seed for now, but he was paying for it. Urges began to spur him, primal drives that he'd never contended with before.
When a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to her neck, sliding down, his gaze followed the track-then fixed once more on her pulse. He was not only battling his need to take her blood-he was denying the overwhelming drive to plant his se**n deep inside his woman.
Both instincts screamed inside him.
Mark her neck, claim her! Pound between her thighs. Give her everything-your bite, your come, her female pleasure.
Until she surrenders completely.
He gaped down, stunned to find he'd collected her wrists, locking them over her head. Pin her, possess her. Master her! He felt very little like a Dacian, and very much like a savage vampire.
And it felt . . . good.
"Trehan?"
No! He wasn't some common Horde vampire. He could control these impulses!