Part 26 (1/2)

”Slade.”

”That's it, honey. Open for me.”

His lips closed gently around her c.l.i.t, pressing softly as he pinched her nipple again. She arched up into the caress with another incoherent cry as he parted her folds with his finger, easing first one and then another into her tight channel. She couldn't hold back a moan at the intimate stretching, gasping as he sucked gently and eased his fingers deeper. She gave up the last of her resistance with a breathless cry as he did it again, and again, her legs going slack, no longer fighting him, no longer holding him, just laying there letting him take her wherever he wished.

He took her higher. Always taking her higher. The pleasure drew into a tight, explosive ball between her legs as he took her deeper into his mouth, into the pa.s.sion. Her arms quivered and her breath caught in her throat. Her nails sc.r.a.ped across the sheets in a fruitless effort to hold on as he twisted her nipple harder, thrust deeper, spiked the flames hotter. It was too much. It wasn't enough.

She twisted on the bed. ”Slade.”

Pleasure tore his name from her lips, her mind. Energy whipped from him to her, crackling around them as he growled his enjoyment. When he tested her c.l.i.t with the edge of his teeth, the air was suddenly too thick to breathe, her mind too heavy to think, the pleasure too intense to be born.

”Please ...” She was there, right there, every muscle quivering, every sense tuned to him. Gathering the sheets in her hands, she groaned. ”I need to come.”

”Not yet.”

This time she grabbed his hair and yanked. It didn't do any good. All it got her was a chuckle as Slade kissed his way up her body, avoiding those spots that would've tipped her over the edge. Against her thigh, his thick c.o.c.k pressed. Catching her hands in his, he pinned them to the mattress above her head. She glared into his face. He smiled down into hers. How could he smile at a time like this?

”Spread your legs.”

Defiance rose at the order. This was her life, her moment, and she would not be dictated to. ”No.”

Instead of getting mad, he smiled. Then leaned down. She couldn't take her eyes away from his lips. ”No?”

With a slow twist of his hips he overrode her weakness. His thigh slid between hers, his c.o.c.k pressed against the crease in her p.u.s.s.y. For the pulse of a second he let it rest against her, letting her absorb the heat, the size, before he slowly dragged the thick length, tip to base, along her swollen c.l.i.t.

And that fast, her objections died. He could have anything he wanted of her as long as he didn't stop. Her legs spread. Her breath caught.

”That's right, let me in. Just let me in, no fighting.”

Her ”Why not?” died in a squeak, but they were so connected he heard it anyway.

”Because I'm on the edge. Because I'm vampire and you're my mate and the need to change you is strong in me.”

That snapped her eyes open. She wanted Slade, but she didn't want to be vampire. ”No.”

He kissed her objection into oblivion. ”I won't convert you, but we will have this.”

This was a settling of his c.o.c.k into the well of her v.a.g.i.n.a, heavy and thick. Another tension entered the mix. She didn't know if she could take him.

You can.

She was getting used to the way he slid in and out of her mind. ”It's been a long time.”

He kissed her lips, softly, an oasis of calm in the middle of the storm. ”Then we'll take it slow. Put your arms around my neck.”

She did.

Holding her gaze, he eased his body into hers, blending them together in a steady push. She s.h.i.+vered and gasped as delicate inner muscles caressed his thick shaft. It was hot, wonderful. So good. The pressure built as he pressed deeper almost to the edge of pain.

Digging her nails into the back of his neck she gasped, ”Slade.”

He stopped, resting inside her. ”Too much?”

”I can't...” She shook her head not able to convey to him what was going on inside, the desire to run. The need to stay. A conflict too big to put into words, but she didn't need to. His mind was meshed with hers.

”Shh. It's all right. We're in no hurry.” He continued to kiss her and stroke her and hold her until her fear faded and her inner muscles relaxed. His c.o.c.ked flexed, stretching her oh so deliciously. Arching up, she took more, s.h.i.+vering as his c.o.c.k flexed again. Nothing had ever been like this, felt like this. Nothing else ever would.

”So good,” she groaned. ”You feel so good.”

”Very good.”

The masculine whisper filled her mind. His energy wrapped around her. Pa.s.sion. Perfection. He offered it all to her in a steady thrust. She gasped and he held himself still, letting her adjust, before pulling back and slowly, steadily seating himself to the hilt. As his groin settled against her swollen c.l.i.t in a slow grind, his fingers grazed her cheek in that way that said so much. ”Okay?”

She nodded and turned her head, amazed she found her voice amidst the tumult. ”Better than okay.”

”Good.” Leaning down, he sucked at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nibbling the tip, catching it between his teeth, biting lightly. It wasn't enough. She needed more.

”Oh please. Harder.”

”You sure?”

Did he think she would break? ”Positive.”

His hand slip between them, settling on her c.l.i.t in a tiny culmination that became something bigger, growing as he rubbed at first gently and firmer, never quite giving her what she needed to come, keeping her balanced on that sharp edge of desire.

She could feel the force of his pa.s.sion. His need to possess. He needed her like she needed him, yet he was denying them both. Why?

”Slade!”

”Right here.”

Wrapping her thighs around his hips, she drew him to her. ”No more games.”

”I'm not playing.”

”Neither am I.” Lifting her hips, she took him deeper still, smiling at his groan, at the breach in his energy that signaled his loss of control. Relis.h.i.+ng the rush of desire that rolled over her. Relis.h.i.+ng the knowledge that he couldn't resist her anymore than she could resist him. Smiling, she met him thrust for thrust.

”That's right, take what you want.”

What she wanted was everything. ”More,” she gasped, twisting up into his thrust. She wanted more. He gave it to her, but it wasn't enough. She needed him deeper, harder. She needed him wild. ”Son of a b.i.t.c.h.”

In a move so fast it left her blinking, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. For a second she saw herself through his eyes. Hips white and rounded, looking impossibly lush above her parted thighs and swollen p.u.s.s.y. He loved her a.s.s. She went with him mentally as his gaze followed the line of her spine to where her hair fell away from the nape of her neck, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. She felt Slade's pleasure. Slade's l.u.s.t as his c.o.c.k pressed against her. On the next breath the image snapped, and then it was just her l.u.s.t consuming her, her need. Her pleasure.

His hand came down on her hip in a light spank. ”Now.”

Spreading her legs, she welcomed his possession, pus.h.i.+ng back as he thrust in, groaning as every inch of his thick c.o.c.k stroked along that certain spot inside that was like striking a match to tinder. He felt bigger this way. Better. Harder.