Etienne set her down on something--she thought it must be the hall table--and began to move inside her. Withdrawing, he pounded back into her, only to withdraw again.
Rachel hadn't realized she was a screamer. She'd never been a screamer before. But not only did Rachel scream when she found her pleasure, she screamed, then sank her teeth into Etienne's neck, drawing blood from his body into hers as her body rippled and pulsed around his. It was the best sex of her life.
"Hello."
Rachel blinked sleepily and peered with confusion at the man leaning over her. Etienne. She recognized him, of course, but the change in position threw her off. The last thing she recalled was her body exploding and shattering in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. Now Rachel was somehow on her back on a soft surface--in the bedroom, she realized with confusion. How had they got here?
"You fainted," Etienne told her gently. "I hope I wasn't too rough."
"Rough? No," Rachel reassured him, then blushed as understanding slid through her. "Your mother warned me this might happen."
Marguerite had also claimed that the pleasure would be twenty times anything Rachel had ever experienced. Rachel wasn't sure it had been twenty times the pleasure, but that had been at least ten times stronger, and she wasn't even fully changed yet.
"You bit me," Etienne murmured, feathering his fingers over one of her still erect ni**les.
"I'm sorry," Rachel said. Her voice was husky, and she shivered in response to his caress.
"Don't be. I liked it." He allowed his hand to drift across her belly. "I liked that you were that excited. I like everything about you."
"Oh, good." Rachel moaned and closed her eyes. Her body arched as his hand dipped between her legs. Catching her lower lip with her teeth, she shifted and squirmed restlessly beneath his intimate caress, then popped her eyes back open and reached for him. "I think I need you again."
"I know I need you again," he growled back. Her hand slid the length of him. Etienne shifted over her and nudged her legs apart only to stop. His expression suddenly went stiff, as if a thought had electrified him. His eyes narrowed. "What were those drinks?"
"Drinks?" Rachel asked in confusion, her legs shifting restlessly beneath him. She didn't want to talk, didn't even want foreplay, only wanted to--
"Yes. The drinks Thomas ordered for us," he explained.
"Oh." She sighed, wondering why it mattered. "Umm, Sweet Tooths? No, that's the drink Marguerite likes. It was Sweet something, Sweet... Sweet..."
"Sweet Ecstasies?"
"That's it! Yes. Sweet Ecstasies." Rachel smiled, hoping he'd get back to business. But much to her dismay, instead of doing that, Etienne groaned and lowered himself against her. "What? What is it? Was there something wrong with those drinks?"
"Wrong? Not exactly. Think vampire Viagra or the mythical Spanish fly."
"Really?" Rachel asked curiously. The idea didn't upset her too much. She had been suffering so much sexual tension over the past few days, a little more hardly seemed worth getting upset about. Besides, it had moved them to release their sexual tension. She just wished he'd do a little more releasing.
Etienne was three hundred years old, however, and apparently had loads more control. He seemed to be in a chatty mood now too.
"Yes, really," he answered. "Only worse. Those drinks were chock full of oxytocin, dopamine, norepinephrine, phenylethylamine and God knows what else."
Rachel was impressed that he could even say those names, let alone remember them. She recognized them all. Most were hormones involved in sexual excitement, although Oxytocin was called the cuddle chemical and was released by mothers to help bond with babies. There was some supposition it was released between couples as well, but that had yet to be proven. Still, she was very impressed. She'd be more impressed if the erection cuddled against her were inside her, but she was impressed nonetheless.
"How long does it last?" Rachel asked, wondering if it was wearing off him already.
"Hours," Etienne groaned. "I'm sorry. I'll beat Thomas silly the next time I see him. I should have checked on the drinks before we drank. He's always been the prankster in the family, and--"
"Etienne," Rachel interrupted.
"Yes?" He looked rather wary, as if he might be worried she was going to blast him for what his cousin had done.
Rachel removed the fingers she had clawed into his back and caressed his cheek. "If you don't want me, I'll understand. I'll probably die, but I'll understand.
"Of course I want you," he interrupted quickly. "I've wanted you for days."
"Good." She smiled brilliantly as relief coursed through her. "I really want you too--chemicals or no chemicals. So, why not stop blathering on about Thomas and just--" It was as far as she got. Etienne silenced her with a kiss and thrust into her.
Rachel would have sighed with relief, but she was too busy groaning with pleasure. She was on fire with a need that only he could answer, and he was most definitely finally answering it. Yet it still wasn't enough. She wanted to feel... Her thoughts died as he suddenly shifted, moving onto his knees between her legs while they were still joined and scooping her up into a sitting position on his lap. Her legs wrapped naturally around his hips.