been blessed with one, he'd probably just rolled over to go back to sleep.
"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
At the sound of Mary's voice, he braced himself for a blast of energy. Nothing like that came. All he felt was a warm glow in his chest. Love unfettered with the chaos of his curse.
He rubbed his face and looked at her. Adored her so intensely in the quiet darkness that he was afraid of her.
"I need to be with you, Mary. Right now. I have to be inside of you."
"Then kiss me."
He pulled her body against him. She was wearing only a T-shirt, and he slid his hands underneath, spanning her lower back. He was already hard for her, ready to take her, but with nothing to fight down, stroking her was an exquisite pleasure.
"I need to love you," he said, throwing all the sheets and blankets from the bed. He wanted to see every part of her, touch every inch of her, and he didn't want anything in the way.
He pulled the shirt up and over her head and then willed candles to light around the room. She was resplendent in the golden glow, her head turned to the side as she looked up at him with her gray eyes. Her breasts were tight at the tips already, the swells creamy white under her pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, a little too flat, he thought, worrying about her. But her hips were perfect and so were her sleek legs.
And the juncture below her navel, that sweetest piece...
"My Mary," he whispered, thinking about all the places he wanted to go on her.
As he straddled her legs, his sex jutted straight out of his body, heavy, proud, demanding. But before he could lean down to her skin, her hands found his length, and he shuddered, sweat breaking out all over him. Watching her touch him, he let himself go for just a moment, giving free rein to the purity of his desire, the uncontaminated ecstasy.
When she sat up, he didn't know where she was going. "Mary?"
Her lips parted and she took him into her mouth.
Rhage gasped and fell back on his arms. "Oh, my... God."
With all the other females he'd had since the curse, he hadn't let any of them go down on him. He hadn't wanted it, hadn't liked them touching him above the waist, much less below it.
But this was Mary.
The suction and the warmth of her mouth, but most of all the knowledge that it was her, stole his strength, putting him at her mercy. Her eyes stared up at him, watching him as he swam in the pleasure she gave him. When he sank back against the mattress, collapsing, she crawled up his thighs, advancing. He cradled her head in his hands, arching into her mouth as she found a rhythm.
Right before he went over the edge, he shifted his hips away, not wanting to release yet.
"Come here," he said, pulling her up his stomach and chest, rolling her onto her back. "I'm going to be in you when I finish."
Kissing her, he put his hand on the column of her neck and swept down the center of her, stopping over her heart. It was beating fast, and he dropped down, pressing his lips to her sternum and then moving to her breast. He suckled her as he slid his arm around under her shoulder blades and lifted her closer to his mouth.
She made an incredible noise deep in her throat, a breathless gasp that brought his head up just so he could look at her face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth clenched. He kissed a path down to her navel, where he lingered and licked before moving to her hip. Urging her onto her stomach, he parted her legs and cupped her core with his palm. The silky wetness that coated his hand had him shaking as he kissed her hip and her lower back.
Slipping a finger into her, he bared his fangs and ran them up her spinal cord.
Mary moaned, her body curving to meet his teeth.
He stopped at her shoulder. Nudged her hair out of the way. And growled as he looked at her neck.
When she tensed, he whispered, "Don't be scared, Mary. I won't hurt you."
"I'm not afraid." She shifted her hips and clenched her wet heat around his hand.
Rhage hissed as lust ripped through him. He began to pant, but took comfort. There was no vibration, no