mound around her nipple, going deep enough to cause another spike of pain before something in his saliva sent a rush of heat into her veins, and pleasure stormed through every inch of her body, spreading downward to tighten her groin and stab between her thighs. Lust unfolded in its wake, and a ferocious craving filled her body when he took her other nipple, her other breast into his mouth, between his teeth, and bit.
She cried out, and her hips lifted off the bed searching for something to soothe the desperate need, the terrible emptiness between her thighs, something to release her from the scorching heat in his bite that left her hanging on the edge of climax. She didn’t know if she wanted the pleasure to go on forever, or if she wanted him inside her, filling the emptiness, soothing this fierce longing that felt so good, but wasn’t . . . him. She needed his cock.
“Xavier,” she cried. “Now, damn it.”
He lifted his head from her breasts and glared at her, his fangs bared and gleaming while a terrifying growl rumbled from his throat and nearly stopped her heart. She stared, unable to look away, frozen in something very close to fear. He snapped his teeth at her in a show of dominance, and then with his eyes still locked on hers, still holding her in thrall, slammed his cock balls deep inside her.
She groaned helplessly as the first orgasm tore through her body, stoking the flame of her already scorched nerves, shocking every muscle with an ecstasy that she’d never known before. She clutched his arms, her short nails digging into his flesh when he pounded right through the first convulsive clench of her inner muscles, when he shoved his hands under her ass and fucked her. No mercy, no caution. But then, she didn’t want any. She was tired of men who treated her as some fragile little thing. She wanted him to be wild and out of control. To drive into her body with all the strength and passion of the powerful creature he was. Vampire lord. Xavier. Hers.
Her orgasm was so unexpected, so stunning in its ferocity that she could only scream as her body writhed beneath his, while euphoria shot like a knife blade from her clit to her clenching womb, to her breasts, and finally to her brain. The last thing she remembered before her thoughts became a snowstorm of static was Xavier’s deep voice against her ear rasping, “I love you.”
She woke with his cock sliding lazily along the swollen lips of her pussy while she shivered in desire, as desperate for him as if he hadn’t just knocked her into an orgasmic bliss a few . . . Well, hell, she didn’t know how long ago it had been, and right now, she didn’t care. She could barely feel her legs where they stretched around his hips, but she didn’t care about that either. She could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples grinding against his chest. Could feel his very hard erection teasing her as it glided through the creamy warmth of her climax, tantalizingly close to her pussy. But what she needed was him inside her.
They kissed, their mouths as voracious as if it had been days or weeks, not however long it had been. His fangs were still out. She could tell by the blood flavoring the kiss, the slight sting of her lip where he’d cut her. His snarl rumbled down her throat this time, before he lifted his head enough to lick the blood from her lip, then stare down at her with those mesmerizing eyes.
“I need you,” he murmured.
“You have me,” she breathed, not quite sure what he meant. They were as close as two human beings could get.
“I need more.” His gaze penetrated hers, as if willing her to understand what he was saying. “Say yes, Layla.”
Realization struck. “Yes,” she said fervently. “My God, Xavier. Yes, always!”
His eyes shut briefly as if in relief, and when they opened again there was nothing of the man looking down at her. This was Lord Xavier, the eminent vampire who had lived centuries and ruled thousands.
“Yes,” she whispered again. “I want you, too.”
He didn’t rush, didn’t shove his mouth under her chin, his fangs into her vein. He seduced her all over again with soft, lingering kisses against her throat and down to her breasts. With fingers that pinched tender nipples just enough to