winding into his long hair to hold him to her. She opened her legs for him with no urging, wrapping her full thighs around his hips, pulling him closer. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and he swallowed her moan as the material from his jeans created burning friction at her core. She writhed, arching her hips into him, and he broke from the kiss, throwing his head back to gasp for air.
Her eyes glowed green and amber, lit from within by her passion. Her body rose against his, begging for contact, for release. He pushed his hips against her, his bulging cock crying to break free of its denim confinement. She was scalding hot. He could feel her desire soaking through his jeans.
Her fingers crept up his spine, tiptoeing over each muscle, plane and ridge along his back. Each little stroke licked him with fire. He sucked in a breath, grinding his cock deeper into the cradle of her thighs while her fingers continued their play.
His mouth pressed to hers, then lifted to skate along her jaw. Pushing her hair aside, he rubbed his nose into the tender crook where her neck met her shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he groaned. Her scent. Nic would never get enough of it. The tip of his tongue came out to trace the path from her creamy shoulder to the side of her neck. Her pulse beckoned him to taste her. He pushed the urge down deep; tonight was for loving and healing. There would be other nights for that sort of sharing.
Instead, he moved back up, biting her lightly on the chin. He watched a smile spread across her face. Licking where he’d just bitten, he worked his way down into the valley of her breasts.
The fullness cushioned his face. He rubbed his cheeks over her silky skin, murmuring, “Jenna, you are so damn soft.” His lips caressed the soft, plump outer edges of her tits. His fingers itched to grab her ample breasts and pluck at the nipples until she begged him to enter her, but he swore he was going to take this slow, no matter how loudly his cock was protesting.
Nic wanted to be as gentle as he could. In their shared dreams Jenna often praised his gentle touch, his romantic actions. In their dreams, gentleness had been possible; in real life it was another thing entirely. Nic had never been a gentle lover; in fact he preferred it hard, hot and fast. As primal an act as sex could get. After all, he’d reasoned, he was Vampire. How much more carnal did one get?
Tonight, for his One, Nic forced himself to slow down. His mouth slid across one nipple, scraping a fang along the very tip. Jenna’s chest heaved and she threw her head back at the touch. She arched beautifully into his mouth, the sweet fire of her blood teasing his senses.
Slow, he reminded himself. Keep it slow… He learned every part of her breast, circling the entire globe with devouring lips and savoring tongue. He sipped at her nipple, first just the tip, then he opened his lips, tasting more of her silky skin, and finally taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and driving her mad with his relentless suction.
One hand glided down her ribs, along the rise of her plump belly. He wanted to sink into her and never resurface. Skin never felt so satiny under his fingers. A woman’s soft gasps never contained such music. Her body jumped every place he caressed, begging for more of his touch.
Nic’s palm found Jenna’s inner thigh. His mouth went to her other breast to suckle, his hand traveled along the crease, moving ever closer to her sheath. The tip of his finger traced along the plump lips of her labia, the slick moisture coating his fingers.
“Damn, baby, I could fuck you right now. You’re so ready for me.” He moved his finger over her, rimming her tiny, fluttering opening, soaking in her whimpers of pleasure.
Slow, dammit, he reminded himself again. Keep it gentle. He was going to make her come first, let her pleasure fill the ache within him, stoke the fire burning him up.
*
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