her head towards the side, giving him better access. He took his time with the vein there, letting his fingers scrape it. His sharp fangs made him look vampiric, and she’d gladly let him drink if only he would move a bit closer.
His finger continued lower until it hit the top of her breast and teased over her nipple. Lena made a sound; she couldn’t stop herself. Solan’s finger stopped moving for a minute and they stared at one another. She could see indecision in his eyes. He was torn between continuing to feel her and pulling back.
If he pulled back, she might go mad.
An eternity of a second later, he continued on, skimming his fingers down her side until his hand cupped her hip. He guided her forward until she was flush up against him and could finally feel the full outline of his cock behind his pants.
Lena let her legs fall open. The lightning in his eyes sparked so bright it blotted out the color, and then his hand was in her hair as he crushed their mouths together.
Yes.
Good.
God.
This was what she’d wanted, what she’d been on the edge of begging for. His tongue twirled with her, devouring her, and Lena craved it. Craved more of him, lit up from the inside, all thoughts of the cold forgotten.
There was no hesitance this time, no holding back. He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly what he wanted. And that was her. This was better than before, when they’d been caught up in the moment and succumbed to desire. This was heady and real. There wasn’t going to be any pulling back, any retreat.
Good. Lena would go mad otherwise.
He rolled them until he was on top of her, looming and pressing her down into the mattress. The blanket slid away, but Lena couldn’t remember what cold felt like, not when she was burning up inside. The bed had seemed big enough for two, but this way of laying was preferable to that side-by-side nonsense they’d been doing before. She didn’t care if he crushed her; she’d gladly take that and more. Lena hiked her leg around his hip to keep him in place, no longer worried that the smallest movement might push him away. She knew what a determined man looked like, and Solan was sure.
She let out a little cry that she might have been embarrassed of in other circumstances as he moved away from her lips. She could kiss him all night and be happy. But when he wrapped those sinful lips of his around her nipple all disappointment dissolved into even more pleasure. Hot damn, the man knew what he was doing.
Those fangs of his teased the delicate skin of her breasts, scraping but never hard enough to make her bleed. It should have worried her on a primal level to submit to a predator’s touch, but she loved it. And she wanted more.
He gave.
And gave.
Could she come from this alone?
She didn’t get the answer. He moved farther south, seating himself at her entrance and using that skilled tongue against her sex. She was already on edge, had been wanting him for weeks, compounded by the devotion he paid to her body. It was too much and not enough and before she knew it, she was crying out and coming.
He pulled back, the grin on his lips sated and devious. He pushed his pants down and there was his cock, jutting up, all proud and alien and hard. He stroked it twice and Lena was transfixed.
“Say you want this,” he growled, the sound rumbling over her and making her shiver.
“Oh fuck yes I do.” Nothing could have stopped her at that moment. She didn’t care if the light turned red and the room filled up with water again. She was going to have him.
There was something wild to him as he entered her. Not vicious, but inhuman. Primal. She felt it too. A need pounded deep inside her and she couldn’t resist it as they moved together, his thick alien cock filling her up, the stimulator teasing her clit and nearly sending her over into a second orgasm.
But she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted more pleasure, more of him.
She breathed in and held on tight, reveling in his muscles and his masculine scent. Sex had never been this intense before, this all-consuming, and she wasn’t going back. Now that she had Solan, she was keeping him. Whatever she had to