drew her head closer to his, bringing his lips within kissing distance, self confidence now rolling off him in spades. “I love a challenge.”
Then his lips were on hers, and his hands gripped her hips, urging her to lift up. The thick head of his cock probed at her sex, pushing inside her without resistance. When she sank onto him, impaling herself, he released her lips and groaned.
“That’s even better than I imagined.” His hand on her nape, he stroked his thumb over her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. “This is more than I deserve.”
“You saved me.”
“Is that why you’re sleeping with me?”
She slowly shook her head.
“Good, because I’m not into thank-you or pity sex. I’d rather like to think that you’re sleeping with me because you’re attracted to me.”
She chuckled softly. “How would you know the difference?”
“By your reaction to this,” he claimed, and lifted her hips higher, then slammed his cock upwards, driving hard into her to the hilt.
A loud moan left her lips, and her head fell back. Her knees felt like jelly and her heart raced. With one thrust, he could do this to her, turn her into a woman who was controlled by lust alone.
“See,” he continued. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”
She looked into his brilliantly blue eyes. “Then you’d better stop talking and start acting.”
“As you wish.”
His last word hadn’t left his lips yet when she found herself flat on her back again, her legs in the air and Oliver above her, his cock poised at her sex.
Oliver looked into Ursula’s big brown eyes and waited until she found her bearings. He had her where he wanted her: underneath him, so he could take her harder than he would be able to with her straddling him. The knowledge that she was just as keen on this as he doubled his hunger for her. He would have contented himself with a quick thirty-second fuck if after her orgasm she had realized that it was all she had wanted, and that he had only been a means to an end. But luckily, she still wanted him, even after she’d climaxed.
His cock was still coated with her juices when he thrust back inside her, seating himself to the hilt. The tightness of her interior muscles nearly robbed him of his control, but he didn’t allow himself to give into the urge to seek release. This was too sweet a victory to rush it. Her warmth and wetness enveloped him, welcoming him home like a sheath its blade.
Lowering himself over her body, he moved his hips back and forth, moving in and out of her in slow and measured strokes, ignoring the vampire inside him that demanded he go faster and harder. That part of him would win soon enough, but first he wanted his human side to enjoy the tender slide of flesh on flesh—something he hadn’t experienced as a human: he’d always used condoms. But now, as a vampire, there was no need for those pesky things anymore. He could neither contract nor transmit diseases. As for an unwanted pregnancy: there was no chance of that either, since vampire males could impregnate only their blood-bonded mates.
Underneath him, Ursula’s chest rose in concert with her breaths, and her skin shimmered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her lips were parted, her lids half closed, and the sounds that came from her throat were deep moans and sighs that he gobbled up as if he were starving.
God, how he loved a responsive woman, and the Asian beauty beneath him was more than just responsive. Her movements mirrored the passion he’d seen in her eyes earlier and spoke of the fire that burned inside her. He could see the flames as they tried to reach the surface, and could sense the lust that she’d buried inside her for so long. The need that she’d had to suppress. No longer. With every thrust of his cock, he teased more of it out of her, demanded that she show him what lay behind those mysterious eyes and was hidden in her heart.
Without any conscious effort on his part, his body moved in synch with hers, adjusting his rhythm to her heartbeat and her breaths. He’d always wondered what it would be like to make love as a vampire. Now he knew: it was more intense. All sensations were amplified, each touch more meaningful, and each kiss more passionate. At the same time, his energy was boundless, even