For Richer (Vampire Assassin League Book 24) by Jackie Ivie

couldn’t feel much, but it was enough. He was large. Hard. And drilling against the obstruction of wool about her with a series of lunges that she matched. He broke the kiss, slid his lips along her jaw, whispering words. Familiar words. Mayan words.
    “ K’abet ten. Yaah. K’aat .”
    The words meant ‘I need’. ‘Love’. ‘Want’.
    He spoke Mayan?
    Questions teased at the back of her mind before another sensation completely overrode them. This one contained glory. And wonder. And absolute amazement. Mikhal had breathed against the sensitive skin of her throat, before he did something that should have pained. He bit into her skin, sending nothing of pain and everything wondrous. Becky saw the room’s colors blend into a waterfall of ecstasy, before she slammed her eyes shut in order to join it. Drumming seemed to start up from somewhere outside reality, sending a deep throb through the room. It hinged on her heartbeats and matched it. Heavy. Hard. Thunderous. A cry tore through her throat, moving his mouth slightly as it filled the room, blending with the vision of dark-blue night sky. Molten gold. And now, it was hued with red.
    Blood red.
    And then something changed. The room started rotating. Oh no. No, Becky, no. She couldn’t swoon again. And she mustn’t wake up! Not now !
    She dragged her eyes open. The room was moving a little quicker than she’d imagined. The star-strewn sky above her was becoming a spiral of white lines on dark blue and purple. She ran her hands down Mikhal’s back. Along his sides. Down his arms and back to his shoulders. The entire time, her fingers gripping and then releasing thick muscle. Hard flesh. Heated skin.
    “Mik...hal?”
    At her whisper, he went taut. The muscles beneath her fingers even harder. And then he pulled his mouth from her throat. Sucked in a long breath. And sent a heartrending groan into existence. It joined the enigmatic drum beat. Adding to the rhythm. But the pulses of ecstasy he’d been sending had stopped at the same time, leaving her suspended in anticipation and expectation. Becky almost sobbed at the loss.
    “Oh. Yaah . My yaah. ”
    The room’s rotation slowed and then ceased altogether. The white lines disappeared and went back to being twinkling fake stars on the ceiling. Mikhal moved upward, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. And putting perfect male torso in view. Becky ran her hands along his abs. Caressed pecs. Watched as his nipples tightened into tiny darts. And then she moved her gaze higher.
    Oh. Look, Becky. He has fangs .
    Fangs?
    There was a fine line of blood forming a droplet on one of them, too. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. Oh. Wait. That was right. He was a vampire sun-god . How could she have forgotten that part?
    He lifted an arm, putting all kinds of definition on display. She watched wide-eyed as he sliced at his wrist. And then he did something that should have shocked and scared. And horrified. Instead, it was inevitable. Almost...expected. He lowered his wrist to her lips, bending at the same time so his mouth reached one of her ears.
    “Take it, my love. My only love. My mate.”
    He whispered it. And she did it. The first taste sent a shockwave through her, lifting her completely from the bed for a moment. A hunger started up, became frenzied. Unbridled. She thirsted to an unimaginable level. It obliterated everything. The strangest sound started up in her ears. Loud and then ebbing. Like the rush of wind. Only to a wild degree. Violent. Harsh. The kind of wind that downed trees, altered landscapes, rearranged time.
    She nearly sobbed in vexation as he pulled his arm away, the move startled, and then it angered. And then it ignited. Something basic filled her. Visceral. And totally primal. She felt feral. Wild yet bound. Restricted. By convention. Her upbringing. Her clothing. She had to get this material off her. All of it! And she had to do it now!
    Becky rolled, and he rolled with