She cried out, and her hips lifted off the bed searching for something to soothe the desperate need, the terrible emptiness between her thighs, something to release her from the scorching heat in his bite that left her hanging on the edge of climax. She didn’t know if she wanted the pleasure to go on forever, or if she wanted him inside her, filling the emptiness, soothing this fierce longing that felt so good, but wasn’t . . . him. She needed his cock.
“Xavier,” she cried. “Now, damn it.”
He lifted his head from her breasts and glared at her, his fangs bared and gleaming while a terrifying growl rumbled from his throat and nearly stopped her heart. She stared, unable to look away, frozen in something very close to fear. He snapped his teeth at her in a show of dominance, and then with his eyes still locked on hers, still holding her in thrall, slammed his cock balls deep inside her.
She groaned helplessly as the first orgasm tore through her body, stoking the flame of her already scorched nerves, shocking every muscle with an ecstasy that she’d never known before. She clutched his arms, her short nails digging into his flesh when he pounded right through the first convulsive clench of her inner muscles, when he shoved his hands under her ass and fucked her. No mercy, no caution. But then, she didn’t want any. She was tired of men who treated her as some fragile little thing. She wanted him to be wild and out of control. To drive into her body with all the strength and passion of the powerful creature he was. Vampire lord. Xavier. Hers.
Her orgasm was so unexpected, so stunning in its ferocity that she could only scream as her body writhed beneath his, while euphoria shot like a knife blade from her clit to her clenching womb, to her breasts, and finally to her brain. The last thing she remembered before her thoughts became a snowstorm of static was Xavier’s deep voice against her ear rasping, “I love you.”
She woke with his cock sliding lazily along the swollen lips of her pussy while she shivered in desire, as desperate for him as if he hadn’t just knocked her into an orgasmic bliss a few . . . Well, hell, she didn’t know how long ago it had been, and right now, she didn’t care. She could barely feel her legs where they stretched around his hips, but she didn’t care about that either. She could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples grinding against his chest. Could feel his very hard erection teasing her as it glided through the creamy warmth of her climax, tantalizingly close to her pussy. But what she needed was him inside her.
They kissed, their mouths as voracious as if it had been days or weeks, not however long it had been. His fangs were still out. She could tell by the blood flavoring the kiss, the slight sting of her lip where he’d cut her. His snarl rumbled down her throat this time, before he lifted his head enough to lick the blood from her lip, then stare down at her with those mesmerizing eyes.
“I need you,” he murmured.
“You have me,” she breathed, not quite sure what he meant. They were as close as two human beings could get.
“I need more.” His gaze penetrated hers, as if willing her to understand what he was saying. “Say yes, Layla.”
Realization struck. “Yes,” she said fervently. “My God, Xavier. Yes, always!”
His eyes shut briefly as if in relief, and when they opened again there was nothing of the man looking down at her. This was Lord Xavier, the eminent vampire who had lived centuries and ruled thousands.
“Yes,” she whispered again. “I want you, too.”
He didn’t rush, didn’t shove his mouth under her chin, his fangs into her vein. He seduced her all over again with soft, lingering kisses against her throat and down to her breasts. With fingers that pinched tender nipples just enough to spark new thrills of desire skating over her body, before he kissed his way back up to her neck.
He tasted her first, with long sweeps of his tongue that had her blood pumping so hard, she could hear it pulsing in her ear. She speared fingers through his thick, dark hair—so soft and silky for such a fierce and deadly vampire.
He chose that moment to strike, giving no warning as his fangs sliced through her skin and pierced her vein. She whimpered as the first tendrils of heat licked into her blood, bringing that same exquisite pleasure that spread like flames through her body. Her breasts seemed to swell under the onslaught, sore nipples throbbing as they stiffened into firm peaks of lust, while a fervent need filled her womb and tightened her clit into a hard bundle of nerves that begged for his touch.
Xavier’s mouth stretched her neck where the skin had been sliced, every sucking pull on her vein like a tug on her breasts, a stroke through her pussy, pleasure coursing through her in great swirls of longing. His hand caressed the length of her body, starting at her shoulders, lingering over her breasts, playing down her belly before flattening over her groin as one thick finger slipped between the lips of her pussy and with no warning, crushed the taut, throbbing nub of her clit.
Her torso came off the bed despite his fangs in her neck and his full weight pressing her down. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust upward, rubbing herself against his stone hard penis, while she drowned in waves of climax. She wanted him inside her, needed the relief of being filled by his cock, by the searing heat of his orgasm.
Xavier lifted his head with an unrestrained howl, his fangs dragging from her vein as he flexed his hips and drove into her with all the ferocity she’d longed for. He slammed into her once, twice, and then they were coming together in a fury of frenzied hunger, and a wild and passionate love.
Chapter Seventeen
LAYLA WAS SPRAWLED over Xavier’s body when she woke. The room was pitch black around them, but she knew it was still nighttime because Xavier’s eyes opened as soon as she sat up. Every part of her body ached when she leaned down to kiss him, and the sharp pain between her thighs reminded her that the (cough, cough) delicate parts of her anatomy had gotten more exercise than they’d had in years. Ow.
“I have to shower and get over to the barracks. I have to review the data and brief my team before we head out. And I’ll want to talk to the helo pilot, too.”
When he didn’t say anything, she studied him a minute, needing to know the answer to a very specific question, but not sure she wanted it.
“What is it? What’s troubling you?”
She bit the inside of her lip, then went for it. “Does Sakal have the power to kill you? Could he have killed you if he’d caught you unaware in that ambush?”
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her forehead, and murmured her name. “Layla, cariño. No. I am immune to magic, and Sakal knows it. That is why his trap was designed to hold me there until the sun rose. Had I not escaped, had you not assisted with that escape, the sun would have destroyed me. But I will not make that same mistake again. In any event, the sun will not be a factor in the battle tomorrow night. And I remain immune to magic.”