Part 7 (1/2)

She smirked. ”You're trying really hard to get the pillow talk thing right, I'll give you that much.”

”Hey.” He nudged her thigh. ”This isn't pillow talk. I almost turned down the job because I knew I'd be too distracted by you to keep it professional.” He looked at her, naked and disheveled on the bed in front of him. ”Obviously, I was right about that part.”

She frowned. ”Are you sorry you took the job?”

”No,” he answered emphatically. ”And I'm not sorry about tonight either.” He punctuated his words with a kiss on her thigh.

”Mmm...” She fell back onto the bed. ”Why don't you work your way up?”

”Sounds like a plan.” He planted a line of kisses up her thigh, over the curve of her hip, and across the roundness of her belly. Feeling his blood rus.h.i.+ng lower in his body, he rejoined her on the bed, pulling her flush against him.

There were a thousand things he wanted to say to her, but they all lodged in his throat when she looked into his eyes. The only thing he could do was kiss her, letting his body tell her how he felt about her.

Her mouth was warm and inviting, and he slid his tongue between her lips gratefully, slaking his thirst for her like a man in the desert who'd finally found an oasis. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were cus.h.i.+oned against his chest, and when she draped one leg over his hip, it was like being engulfed by softness.

He let his hands roam her body, exploring every lush curve, every secret place. His fingers delved between her legs, feeling the gush of liquid heat there. He went hard again instantly, his need echoing hers.

He rolled her onto her back, and supporting himself with one arm, guided his c.o.c.k back into her.

The heated urgency had eased enough for him to hold himself still, feeling her around him, the pulsating warmth of her. Each breath brought their bodies together, and he s.h.i.+fted his weight to his elbows, lacing his fingers through hers even as he began to thrust into her.

She brought her knees up, allowing him to go so deep inside her that he couldn't tell where he left off and she began. The barriers between her flesh and his seemed to dissolve until they were a single being, bound together in mind-altering pleasure.

Something brushed his back and he opened his eyes. Rose petals of the deepest and most velvety red framed Eden's face on the pillow. They rained down from the ceiling, drifting like ruby colored feathers to land on the bed and the carpet.

”Element of earth,” she gasped. ”Remember?”

The heady fragrance of roses began to fill the room as the petals collected on the bed like red snow. Soon they were making love on a bed of rose petals. Mounds of petals covered the floor like sand dunes.

It was pure sensual overload. She was so wet he could barely stay inside her, and her o.r.g.a.s.mic cries made it impossible for him to keep it slow. Lost in the scent of roses and the feel of her hips undulating beneath him, he drove into her.

She responded in kind, pus.h.i.+ng her hips up to meet his thrusts. When she reached down to clutch his backside, whispering in his ear to go deeper, he had to pull back.

She made a sound of protest when he climbed off the bed. But when he pulled her to the edge and parted her legs, she sighed with pleasure.

He plunged back into her, her tight p.u.s.s.y milking his c.o.c.k. When she squeezed her inner walls around his shaft, his last shred of control shattered, and he put his hands beneath her a.s.s, lifting her hips and pounding her p.u.s.s.y like a jackhammer.

The bedsprings squeaked with every motion, and Eden's body shook from head to toe. Sweat ran between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and wetness seeped from her p.u.s.s.y down her legs. She thrashed on the bed before him, tremors running down her legs as her inner chamber spasmed around his painfully swollen c.o.c.k.

Fractured moans sounded deep in his throat, and her keening cry joined with it, making a sound as primal as anything heard in the most savage jungle. He slammed into her again and again, feeling his b.a.l.l.s tighten, knowing his o.r.g.a.s.m was imminent and wanting her to come when he did.

He lifted her backside higher and she let out a sob when he ground himself against her c.l.i.t. She reached down to touch him, and the feel of her fingers on his c.o.c.k sent him flying. He exploded, his come shooting into her with contractions so powerful that he thought he might see G.o.d.

He sank to the floor, pulling her with him until they landed on a perfumed pillow of rose petals, leaving him with the feeling that he could die right then and his life would've all been worth it.

”I need to go out later and get some Vlad's for you.” Cameron ran his hand over her hip, his voice groggy. ”Not to mention some rations for a meal, in case we ever decide to leave the bedroom again.”

Eden sighed and wrapped herself around the man beside her. She felt boneless, warm and blissful. ”You don't have to do that. Stay here and sleep.”

He turned slightly to look at her. ”After that, you probably need to feed worse than ever.”

She bit her bottom lip. ”Not exactly.”

He shot her a look. ”Care to explain?”

She averted her gaze. ”We sort of... had a tantric exchange.”

”Meaning?”

She cringed. ”I'd always heard that it was possible to feed through s.e.x, but...” She squirmed against him. ”Tonight I got to test the theory.”

”And it's true?”

”It's way true.” She watched as he flopped back onto the floor.

”So not only am I a good lay, I'm also a tasty snack?” He stared up at the ceiling.

”Let's just say that I'm satisfied, in more ways than one.” She exhaled, studying his grim expression. ”This really bothers you, doesn't it?”

He rubbed a rose petal between his fingers. ”It would, if it were anyone but you.”

She felt the magic of their intimacy slipping through her fingers like sand. ”You offered to let me feed from your energy, remember?”

”Yeah,” he chuckled, ”but I didn't think it would work.”

It was her turn to sit up. ”So you just waltzed in here tonight with your little bulls.h.i.+t offer to let me feed on you, trying to do what, exactly?”

His mouth turned up in a half-smile. ”Any excuse to get you to put your hands all over me would've done. I was so tired of walking around with a ma.s.sive hard-on that I would've let you tap a vein at that point, just to touch you.”

”But in retrospect,” she continued, ”you're a little icked out at the idea of a vampire munching your mojo?”

”You're not really a vampire, though.” He dropped the rose petal, and she watched it drift to the floor.

”Is that what you're telling yourself?” Her chest tightened as she stared down at him. ”If you can convince yourself that I'm not a real vampire, it makes it more palatable for you to get naked with me?”

”There's nothing unpalatable about getting you naked,” he drawled. ”And you're a dhampire. Not a vampire. Case closed.”

”But what if I was?”

”You're not.” He looked at her, annoyance crossing his face. ”Besides, it's not like you're just some random dhampire feeding on me. I have... feelings for you.”

”Feelings?” That stung. ”Wow, big confession there, stud.”