Cassandra moaned as he filled her with such sweet bliss that she wanted to weep. He was so wild as he thrust himself against her, and she took delight in every deep, penetrating stroke.
Wulf couldn't breathe. He had no business with her. No business letting her inside his defenses when he had no choice except to let her go, but he couldn't help himself.
He needed to feel her in his arms. Needed to feel her body under him.
She sank her nails into his skin as she arched her back and came for him. He waited until she had finished shuddering before he joined her in that blissful place.
He laid himself carefully down over her body so as not to hurt her or the baby. All he wanted was to feel her entwined with him, her bare legs cradling his body.
"Are you all right?" she asked quietly. "It's not like you to be in such a hurry."
Wulf closed his eyes as her words tore through him.
Only Cassandra had ever known him. His habits. His likes and dislikes. And she remembered them. In all these centuries, she was the only lover who had learned those things.
What was he going to do without her?
A knock sounded on the door.
"Hey, Cass?" Chris called. "If you're still up, I ordered a pizza for you since you said you wanted one. It should be here in a few minutes."
She giggled at that as Wulf frowned at her. Their bodies were still joined. "I told him after you came down here that I would kill for one slice of pepperoni pizza," she explained. Raising her voice, she said, "Thanks, Chris. I'll be back up in a few minutes."
Wulf's frown deepened. "If you need to rest..."
"Are you kidding? I meant it when I said I'd kill for pizza."
"You should have said something earlier. Chris would have had the cook make you one."
"I know, but by the time I went upstairs, Marie had already started on the chicken and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She's a really nice lady."
"I know."
She saw the stricken look on Wulf's face.
Marie had been working there for almost eight years and she mistakenly thought Chris was her boss. Marie had given Cassandra the whole story of how Chris's father had hired her and then three years ago, after Chris's father's heart attack in the living room, Chris's mother had moved to a new home across town so that she wouldn't have to relive her husband's death every time she walked through the house.
His mother had tried to get Chris to leave as well, but for an obvious reason, he'd stayed behind with Wulf. The house had been left in trust to Chris by his father, so Chris's mother couldn't sell it and force him to move.
There was no telling how many times in the last eight years Wulf had met Marie.
"I'm sorry, Wulf."
"Don't be, I'm used to it."
He withdrew from her and dressed, then helped her back into her clothes. But he wouldn't let her walk back up the stairs for fear of her stumbling.
Instead, he carried her to the sofa and made her lie down while he fetched a pillow and blanket for her.
Cassandra smiled at his kindness as he returned and tucked the blanket around her, then snatched the remote from Chris.
"Hey!" Chris snapped indignantly.
"You're not pregnant, Chris." He handed it to Cassandra.
"Fine," Chris said sullenly. "See if I ever have a baby for you."
"Yeah, right. By the time you get around to it, my child will have grandchildren."