He cupped her face in his hand and then kissed her deeply. Passionately.
Astrid moaned as he placed his knee between her thighs. The crisp hairs caressed her skin, making her tremble in expectation.
Zarek's head buzzed with the scent and taste of Astrid. The softness of her silken limbs caressing his. Nothing could ever feel better than her hands gliding down his back to cup his ass and press it closer to her.
Nothing sounded better than his name on her lips as she came for him again.
For the first time in two thousand years, he felt human.
Most of all, he felt wanted.
He pulled back slightly so that he could stare down at her as he spread her thighs wider.
This was what he wanted. Her, wild and wet underneath him. To feel her creaminess coating him until he was blind from the ecstasy of it.
He wanted to see her face when he entered her. Wanted to see if she regretted what she was allowing him to do to her.
Bracing himself for the worst, he held her gaze with his and slid himself deep into the velvety heat of her body.
His head reeled from the pleasure of it. From the pleasure of her.
She hissed, arching her back as her grip tightened on his shoulders.
But there was no scorn; no regret.
Her eyes were alight with needful passion and with other tender emotions he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
He smiled in spite of himself, reveling at the miracle of this woman and what she had just given him.
Astrid couldn't breathe as she felt him hard and throbbing inside her. She'd tried to imagine what it would be like to have a man inside her countless times, but nothing had prepared her for this reality. For the sensation of Zarek's hardness.
He rode her slow and easy as if he wanted this moment to last, as if just being inside her was enough for him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and gazed up at him as he looked down at her.
It was so incredible, this feeling of him being inside and on top of her. She loved the pleasure of his weight. The look on his face as he watched her.
"Hi," she said, feeling suddenly awkward to see him there while they were so intimately joined.
His face was a cross between puzzled and amused. "Hi, princess."
She reached up to cup his cheeks in her hands as he stroked her hard and deep, over and over again. Oh, the feel of him there. He was so deep inside that she could almost swear the tip of him was rubbing the inside of her navel.
Zarek closed his eyes as he savored the feel of her under him while her hands touched his face.
No wonder men killed for women. He understood that now. Knew why Talon had been willing to die for Sunshine.
Astrid touched parts of him he'd never known existed. His heart. His soul. She took him to heights unimaginable.
Here in her arms, for the first time, he felt peace.
There was a part of him so calm now, so tranquil, and another part of him that was on fire, dying to touch her.
Zarek lowered himself down on top of her so that he could nibble the tender flesh of her neck. Her ear. He felt the chills run down her body.
He scraped her skin with his fangs, tempted to sink them in.
What would she taste like?
What more emotions would she make him feel?