Derek swallowed hard and leaned back against the front of his desk. “I was already falling in love with you. I knew what you would think if I told you. I was afraid you wouldn’t believe my interest in you was genuine. And you see I was right. You broke it off with me as soon as you knew.”
Her steps slowed. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Sure. Right after the wedding.”
The other strap slipped and the dress hung onto her torso against the laws of gravity, barely clinging to the mounds of her breasts. His fangs descended as his cock swelled.
Her sapphire gaze narrowed. “Don’t you think that’s a little arrogant?”
He shrugged, pressing a palm against his straining, painful erection. “What better way to prove my love?”
As soon as he said the words, he felt her sensual call swirling around him— hot, misty and alluring. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
“I do love you,” he whispered reverently. “If you can believe anything I say, believe that.”
The dress fell to floor and Sable was gloriously naked beneath it, baring her firm, high breasts with their berry-colored nipples, her sleek abdomen and her impossibly long legs. All taut and toned, covered by creamy pale skin.
Damn, he loved her body.
“I realized you must care, at least a little,” she murmured.
“More than a little, baby. More than anything.”
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come back for you.”
Derek tore his silver jacket, the symbol of his station, away from his body. His pants also fell in tatters to the floor. And still she stood, unmoving, waiting.
Waiting for what?
“Let it out,” she urged in a throaty murmur. “Like the first time you took me and made me yours. You claimed me then, like a beast. And I loved it.”
He watched her hungrily, memorizing her just as she was now, then his eyes slid closed. He felt his power and need rising inside him, heard her blood pumping through her veins and smelled her arousal. The animal tore at him, fighting to be freed, and he struggled to restrain it, to control it. It began to radiate through his cells, growing in strength.
Then she said what he’d longed to hear.
“I love you, Derek.”
And he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
* * * * *
Sable felt the energy building within her mate. It poured from him in hot, steadily radiating waves. She smelled him—pure, potent vampire male. Her vampire. Her Master. Her slave. Her love.
Everything. All things. I’ll be all you need. All you want, he promised. Then he leapt at her.
She watched him in a daze, as if time had frozen, contained in a bubble. Strong, powerful, beautifully masculine, his body stretched through the air. And then suddenly the bubble burst and she leapt to the top of his desk, neatly avoiding his grasp.
He growled, a deep rumble that vibrated through the air into her body. Cream flooded between her legs as her nipples hardened and her mouth watered at the sight of him. His magnificent cock was so hard, it curved upward to nearly touch his navel.
She crouched and her lips curved in a come-hither smile. Moving slowly, carefully, she twisted to sit on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide, letting him see her welcome. She leaned her weight on one hand, while the other reached between her legs and stroked her swollen clit.
She watched his nostrils flare, watched him lick his fangs with a loving caress of his tongue. His eyes were molten silver, his muscles bunched and thickened, his cock swelled and wept. And through his heat and mindless lust she felt his love, powerful and true. She lifted her heels to the edge of the desk, opening herself completely to receive his mounting. Fuck me.
Derek’s haunches bunched tighter with his crouch and then he sprang. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. She’d asked for the beast and that was exactly what she was going to get—a raw, primal claiming.
The only warning she got that she’d miscalculated was the hot steam of his breath across her inner thighs an instant before his tongue slipped inside her. Gasping in surprise, Sable lifted onto her elbows, affording her a breathtaking view of his gorgeous face buried with enthusiasm between her thighs.
His tongue, elongated by the vampirism within him, laved the creamy walls her pussy with surprising tenderness in his animalistic state. Lapping, licking and fucking, he goaded her desire, built her passion. He latched onto her clit as two fingers slipped in through her cream and began to plunge slowly. Sable cried out as she spasmed in climax, her sheath rhythmically sucking at his thrusting fingers. His mouth moved to the pulsing vein on her inner thigh and he struck deep with his fangs.