Opening her mouth, she pressed her lips to his skin, swirling her tongue in sensuous circles as she kissed her way to a nipple, closing her teeth over the tight male nub until she heard him hiss in pain, then moved to the other nipple and did the same. When she reached for his belt and began unbuckling, his big hands cupped her ass and once more ground the hard bulge of his erection right into the triangle between her thighs.
She gasped at the rush of wet heat that responded, cheeks blossoming when Xavier made an appreciative sound as the scent of her arousal rolled between them so strongly that even she could detect it.
Finally managing to undo his belt, she slipped the metal button open, dropped the zipper, and with her own groan of pleasure matching his, slid her hand into the opening and curled her fingers around his thick cock. Freeing his full length at last, she began working her fist up and down as she dropped to her knees on the deep carpet.
Xavier gripped her head, stopping her. “I’m very hungry, cariño. I won’t last long if you do that.”
She stroked her tongue along the vein on the underside of his erection, then slicked her tongue around the tip, while looking up with challenge in her gaze. The pewter shine of his eyes was no longer a reflection. They shone a deep gray silver when he stared down at her. She smiled, then brushed her wet mouth around his tip. “Then I’ll just have to get you hard all over again.”
“Fuck. Me,” Xavier groaned when she sucked his full length into a slow slide between her lips and down her throat, then lifted her head and did it all over again. His fingers tore at her hair, twisting and tugging as she moved back and forth. It hurt. But the pain only magnified the utter wantonness of sucking his cock, of bathing it in warmth as she salivated with her own frantic hunger. And all the while Xavier groaned above her, the muscles of his abdomen and thighs turning to steel under her hands, against her cheeks.
A sudden snarl razored into the air like the cry of a wild beast when he came, his climax shooting down her throat as she swallowed over and over, his powerful hands pressing her against his groin while she gasped for breath. As if suddenly realizing what he was doing, he released his hold on her head and dropped to his knees next to her.
“Layla,” he murmured, running his hands over her shoulders, her back as she drew long draughts of air. “Cariño.” He sounded worried now, head bent as he stroked her hair away and tried to see her face.
She coughed, then lifted her head and gave him a crooked smile. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”
“Fuck,” he breathed and hauled her into his arms, stood effortlessly, and carried her to the bed.
Layla dug fingers into his shoulders, worried that he would drop her. She guessed that he had to be accustomed to having much daintier women in his bedroom, in his fucking huge bed. Still, she was proud of her body—she was strong and fit. But she was tall, and her strength came with muscles that weighed a lot.
But he didn’t falter in the least. He strolled to the bed as if she was no heavier than a fresh blanket and laid her against the pillows with care, like a piece of fine porcelain. For some reason, more than anything he’d said or done, that bit of tenderness, of concern, hit her hard. Her heart literally ached with love, with longing. And when she glanced up and met his gaze, she found him watching her with the same emotion in his eyes.
“Xavier, I . . . ” she whispered. She didn’t know what she might have said next because he turned away, breaking eye contact when he reached for a decanter on the bedside table.
“You need to drink something,” he said, as he poured some red liquid into a glass and offered it to her.
She did want something to soothe her throat, if nothing else, but when she took the glass, she eyed the red stuff suspiciously, and sniffed. “What is it?”
He laughed. “Wine. Nothing else. Do you think I’m trying to seduce you into vampirism with a taste of blood?” He took the glass from her, drank, then leaned over to kiss her.
His lips were wet with what she thought was a very nice Cabernet, although she was no wine expert. She did note that she’d never tasted a more delicious wine, coming as it did from Xavier’s lips to hers. She slid her arms over his shoulders to circle his neck, to hold him close and prolong the kiss. He could have broken the hold if he’d wanted, but he just kept seducing her with slow, languorous kisses that told her they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, to kiss and lick, to suck and bite every inch.
The wine glass hit the side table with a solid thump when the kiss grew more passionate, less patient. He slid onto the bed and stretched out on top of her, caging her between powerful arms, bracing his elbows on either side of her head while he slung a heavy leg between hers, his knee bent to rub right up against her pussy. Heat flooded her cheeks again when his knee encountered the wetness between her thighs, the slick juices drenching her pussy and soaking right through her pants.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered hoarsely. “So damn hot and wet.”
“I can—”
He pressed his weight on her when she would have rolled over to do . . . something. Take off her pants? Visit the bathroom? Clean up the evidence of just how much she wanted him?
“You’re going nowhere,” he growled, his expression fierce as he glared down at her.
She should have been terrified. His eyes were like twin spotlights, lighting not just his face, but her and half the bedroom. His fangs . . . well, hell, his fangs were just there, gleaming white and deadly sharp where they pressed into his lower lip. And he looked like he wanted to devour her.
He stripped off her pants and panties with brisk efficiency. Nothing sexy or sensuous, her clothes were an obstacle to be gotten rid of and tossed aside. He studied her for a long moment, as if deciding which tasty morsel to sample next, then dipped his head to her neck, his breath hot and wet against her skin when he inhaled deep and slow. She waited for his bite. He’d bitten her before. She knew now what to expect and braced for the sharp pain . . . that didn’t come. Instead, he kissed her throat gently and glided his tongue in a slow, carnal path from her neck to her shoulders, her breasts. He paused there to suck one nipple—long pulls of his lips that had the soft tip becoming a hard, aching pearl, her back bowing with need when he sucked even more of the tender flesh into his mouth.
The bite was a shock. His fangs pierced the soft mound around her nipple, going deep enough to cause another spike of pain before something in his saliva sent a rush of heat into her veins, and pleasure stormed through every inch of her body, spreading downward to tighten her groin and stab between her thighs. Lust unfolded in its wake, and a ferocious craving filled her body when he took her other nipple, her other breast into his mouth, between his teeth, and bit.