Not yet. Keenan and his vampire would be arriving soon. It was about an hour until dawn.
He caught her hand, but this time, he threaded his fingers through hers. Sam felt her hesitation. “Trust me,” he told her, and really wanted her to do just that.
She stared at him with a gaze that was slowly breaking a heart he hadn’t even realize he had, not until he’d met her.
Sam took her inside and up the stairs. He wondered if Seline even noticed the old weapons that lined the walls—weapons that could come in handy later. Pedro had been a collector, of sorts.
He didn’t mention the weapons. Right then, he only wanted to focus on her. The bedroom on the right had a bed nestled inside. The sheets looked clean. Not perfect. Not good enough for her, but it would have to do.
Seline burned too hot, and he had to help her.
He took her clothes off slowly, skimming his fingers down her body. Perfect br**sts. So full and sweet, with dark pink ni**les. Her stomach curved gently, her legs stretched for freaking ever, and the soft flesh between her thighs made him burn.
She reached for him, but he caught her hands. “Not this time.” This time, he had to show her something different.
Seline’s brows furrowed. “I thought—”
“I can do more than take.” And she was more than an addiction. He didn’t understand what was happening between them yet, not fully, but she was more and he’d prove that to her.
He lifted her onto the bed and spread her out on the mattress. Her legs shifted a bit, exposing more of her sex, and he felt like he’d just taken a punch to the gut.
Control.
He would have it, for her.
His mouth pressed against hers. The lightest of kisses, then . . . deeper because he had to taste more. His hands cupped her br**sts and his thumbs feathered over her ni**les. She’d see this time, he wasn’t like the others she’d known.
This time, it would all be for her.
He settled his hips between her legs and began to kiss a path down her neck. With every press of his mouth, with every lick of his tongue against her skin, he wanted more.
But he wouldn’t take.
The only sound was her breathing, his, coming too fast. He felt the thunder of her heartbeat beneath his hands.
When Sam took her breast into his mouth, she moaned and her hands tunneled into his hair. She pulled him closer. He let her feel the light score of his teeth on her flesh.
He sucked. He licked. He wanted.
He didn’t take.
Sam kissed his way down her stomach. She was shaking now. Whispering his name. Her power crackled in the air and brushed right over his skin.
Seline might not realize it, but she was giving, too. Giving all that powerful energy right back to him.
He spread her legs wider and stroked her sex. He slid a finger into her, stretching her lightly. Then another finger. He pushed them inside her, knuckles deep, and her hips arched off the bed.
“Sam!” Not need. Demand.
His thumb pushed against her clit, and he thrust his fingers fully inside her. Again. Again. Her hips rose up, trying to make him move faster. Harder.
“Come . . . inside . . .” she whispered, and her voice was pure temptation. “I want you.”
He wanted her. His whole body shuddered.
Sam withdrew his fingers but only so he could lock his hands around her hips and hold her exactly where he wanted her.
He tilted her hips up and put his mouth on her.
Seline’s taste . . . hot and sweet . . . more, need more . . .
She came almost instantly. A hard explosion that had her gasping and arching beneath him.
He didn’t let her pull back. He kept licking her, kissing her, and he thrust his tongue inside her body because he wanted more of that sweet taste.
Seline climaxed a second time. Energy hit him, a hard burst of euphoria that he knew came from her.
But he didn’t stop. He loved her taste too much. Loved the feel of her pleasure.
Her fingers were in his hair again. Her legs trembled around him.
His c**k pushed hard against the front of his jeans. He could feel the zipper shoving against his flesh.
But he wasn’t stopping. Not yet. Not until he’d given her all the pleasure that she could handle. This time . . . for her.
Her flesh was wet and hot. His fingers slid easily into her even as he bent to press his mouth against her clit. Her body began to tense again. He knew she was close to finding her release once more.
“No!” Seline’s choked cry.
He froze, then, slowly, Sam pulled back and glanced up at her.
“With you this time.” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “With . . . you.”