surprised at the things I need to do.” Her mouth began to move dangerously lower.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he objected. “You need to heal first, Joie. I am going to give you blood and put you back to sleep.”
She laughed again, blew warm air over the head of his erection. “Really?” Her tongue licked him as if he were an ice cream cone and then swirled and danced and did outrageous things. “I’m back to the ‘I’m a want to kind of woman.’ I want a lot of things right now. And I want you wanting me enough to stop worrying about whether or not I can make love in my delicate condition. And I want your body inside mine. Only you will do, Traian. I’ve fallen desperately in love with you, so, darn it, you have a few responsibilities.”
His breath caught in his lungs as she engulfed his thick shaft, taking him into the heat of her mouth persuasively. He grit his teeth. “Responsibilities? I believe my main responsibility is to see to your health.”
She licked him again, sat up and straddled his hips. “I would be far healthier if you’d take care of a little business. I’m burning up here. Every cell in my body wants yours. I’ll sleep after. I promise.”
She positioned her body over his. There was no denying her, not with that seductive, sexy look of passion on her face. He caught her hips, lifting her into a better angle, and slowly allowed her body to drop over his so that he impaled her, driving through those exquisite, fiery, oh-so-tight petals that reluctantly unfurled from him as he pushed deep inside of her.
Her breath left her lungs in a little rush. His breathing matched hers. She reached out with her hands and he caught them, threading his fingers through hers while she began a slow, sensuous ride, her eyes on his. Her breasts swayed invitingly with every movement while the scorching heat surrounded him.
“You are so beautiful to me,” he whispered. And she was. She filled his heart with her beauty, with her courage, with her complete giving of herself to him.
Traian swept his hand through her hair as he bent his head toward the pulse beating just above her breast. Fire swept through his veins, rushed to his very core as her body sheathed his again and again, those long slow glides that just pushed his hunger higher. He slid his hands up her waist to her breasts, the soft firm flesh drawing his attention. He lingered there for a moment, lavishing attention on first one then the other before he sank his teeth into that beckoning pulse.
Joie threw her head back as the pleasure/pain burst through her like a firestorm. Her feminine sheath clamped down tight, nearly strangling him, as he dragged steely flesh over her sensitive bundle of nerve endings, feeding from her body in the age-old ritual between lifemates. She cried out, a soft broken gasp of startled pleasure, her hands cradling his head to her as she rode him, slowing just a little to better absorb the sensations he created deep in her body.
His tongue slid over the small strawberry he’d left on the swell of her breast and he lifted his gaze to hers. “I need you now, Joie.” His hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, drawing her down over his body toward his chest.
The action pushed his thick shaft hard against her most sensitive bud and she shivered, but she didn’t resist or take her eyes from his as she brought her head toward him. His body shuddered in anticipation.
“Feel your teeth,” he instructed in a low, husky voice. “Can you feel the need pulsing through your body, throbbing in your veins? That dark hunger spreading like a wildfire?”
She nodded.
“Show me. I want to see.”
She opened her mouth to reveal the lengthened teeth. His thick erection jerked with excitement—in anticipation.
“I have waited centuries for this moment,” he whispered, his fingers threading through her cap of dark, silky hair and bunching the strands inside his tightly closed fist.
Joie licked at his broad chest, right over the pounding beat. She felt the answer in her veins. That dark need that throbbed and burned. So much hunger. She couldn’t tell the difference between her sexual appetite and her need to connect them together through his pure, ancient blood. All that mattered was the lust rising in his eyes. The way his body surged into hers, connecting them. The way