could feel the pulse of life throbbing just under the surface of his skin, and her mouth watered, her fangs pulsing.
Curling her hands into fists, she moved away from his neck. The hair at the nape of his neck was silky soft, and as she ran her hands through it, the golden brown strands curled around her fingers.
He shifted away, pushing onto his elbows and staring down at her. He held her gaze as he settled between her thighs, pressing against her.
Heat and need rolled through her, and she closed her eyes and arched her back, trying to raise her hips and take him inside her. As he slid just a little inside, she forced her lashes to lift, staring up at him.
“You’re tight,” he groaned, lowering his brow and pressing it to hers.
The warm gray of his eyes shifted, swirling and pinwheeling from gray to near black. “Are you sore?”
She didn’t answer, instead lifting her legs and wrapping her thighs around his hips, hooking her heels just above the hard, powerful curve of his ass.
“Hell.” Mike gave into her demanding body and sank completely inside her.
Leandra shuddered, gasping for air.
Mike slid his forearm under her neck, arching her head just a bit. With his other hand, he brushed his thumb across her lip. Leandra turned her head a little, catching his thumb in her mouth and biting gently.
“Not there,” Mike said gruffly, lowering his head as he lifted her up, pressing her face to his neck. “Here.”
Leandra shook her head even as the hunger reared its head. Her fangs extended fully, but she resisted. “No.”
“Yes—don’t deny either of us.”
Deny us . . . deny us what ? she thought desperately as she battled both him and the hunger. She took a deep breath, hoping the familiar gesture would soothe the ache just a little, but instead, as his scent flooded her system, it got worse. Her control snapped as he urged her back to his neck, and she struck at the same time he sank his cock back inside her.
As the hot, rich taste of his blood flooded her mouth, she arched against him. He slid one hand down, palming her ass and angling her up, riding against her clit with every stroke.
She would have screamed if she could have, but the scream was locked inside her, echoing behind her eyes as hot, vicious bursts of color exploded inside her mind. Mike bucked against her and started to come, and hot pulsating jets of seed flooded her womb. The sensation of his cock jerking inside her, the fat head of his cock stroking deep inside, was too much. Tearing her mouth from his neck, she keened as the orgasm tore through her.
His mouth covered hers, drinking down the scream. Winding her arms around his neck, Leandra clutched him to her, desperate.
She never, ever wanted to let go.
“YOU’D BETTER GO,” MIKE SIGHED AS HE SLID HIS EYES to the window. Although the room was still dark, he could see the warm glow of early morning that was just visible around the edges of the curtain. “Sunrise.”
Leandra nodded, her head still cuddled on his shoulder. A powerful sense of lassitude had taken over, and Mike didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let her go.
If her safety wasn’t an issue, he would have been content to stay there in that small cabin with her for quite a while, maybe even forever.
Mike shifted, turning so he could bury his face in her hair. There was a faint tropical scent that clung to her braids. Reaching up, he bunched a fistful of them in his hands as he murmured, “I love your hair.”
She snorted a little, reaching up and flicking one braid. “It’s hair.”
Mike laughed. “It’s sexy, exotic, beautiful hair.”
This time she laughed, shaking her head. “It’s hair ,” she muttered. Then she pushed lightly against his chest, and he followed her gaze as she lifted her head to stare at the window.
“Go on,” he said. Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he smiled up at her. “You’re tired.”
She slid him a narrow glance and drawled sardonically, “I have
Curling her hands into fists, she moved away from his neck. The hair at the nape of his neck was silky soft, and as she ran her hands through it, the golden brown strands curled around her fingers.
He shifted away, pushing onto his elbows and staring down at her. He held her gaze as he settled between her thighs, pressing against her.
Heat and need rolled through her, and she closed her eyes and arched her back, trying to raise her hips and take him inside her. As he slid just a little inside, she forced her lashes to lift, staring up at him.
“You’re tight,” he groaned, lowering his brow and pressing it to hers.
The warm gray of his eyes shifted, swirling and pinwheeling from gray to near black. “Are you sore?”
She didn’t answer, instead lifting her legs and wrapping her thighs around his hips, hooking her heels just above the hard, powerful curve of his ass.
“Hell.” Mike gave into her demanding body and sank completely inside her.
Leandra shuddered, gasping for air.
Mike slid his forearm under her neck, arching her head just a bit. With his other hand, he brushed his thumb across her lip. Leandra turned her head a little, catching his thumb in her mouth and biting gently.
“Not there,” Mike said gruffly, lowering his head as he lifted her up, pressing her face to his neck. “Here.”
Leandra shook her head even as the hunger reared its head. Her fangs extended fully, but she resisted. “No.”
“Yes—don’t deny either of us.”
Deny us . . . deny us what ? she thought desperately as she battled both him and the hunger. She took a deep breath, hoping the familiar gesture would soothe the ache just a little, but instead, as his scent flooded her system, it got worse. Her control snapped as he urged her back to his neck, and she struck at the same time he sank his cock back inside her.
As the hot, rich taste of his blood flooded her mouth, she arched against him. He slid one hand down, palming her ass and angling her up, riding against her clit with every stroke.
She would have screamed if she could have, but the scream was locked inside her, echoing behind her eyes as hot, vicious bursts of color exploded inside her mind. Mike bucked against her and started to come, and hot pulsating jets of seed flooded her womb. The sensation of his cock jerking inside her, the fat head of his cock stroking deep inside, was too much. Tearing her mouth from his neck, she keened as the orgasm tore through her.
His mouth covered hers, drinking down the scream. Winding her arms around his neck, Leandra clutched him to her, desperate.
She never, ever wanted to let go.
“YOU’D BETTER GO,” MIKE SIGHED AS HE SLID HIS EYES to the window. Although the room was still dark, he could see the warm glow of early morning that was just visible around the edges of the curtain. “Sunrise.”
Leandra nodded, her head still cuddled on his shoulder. A powerful sense of lassitude had taken over, and Mike didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let her go.
If her safety wasn’t an issue, he would have been content to stay there in that small cabin with her for quite a while, maybe even forever.
Mike shifted, turning so he could bury his face in her hair. There was a faint tropical scent that clung to her braids. Reaching up, he bunched a fistful of them in his hands as he murmured, “I love your hair.”
She snorted a little, reaching up and flicking one braid. “It’s hair.”
Mike laughed. “It’s sexy, exotic, beautiful hair.”
This time she laughed, shaking her head. “It’s hair ,” she muttered. Then she pushed lightly against his chest, and he followed her gaze as she lifted her head to stare at the window.
“Go on,” he said. Smoothing his hand down her thigh, he smiled up at her. “You’re tired.”
She slid him a narrow glance and drawled sardonically, “I have
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