This time when he took her mouth, his kiss was all consuming. With one hand on the back of her head and the other on the soft curve of her ass, he held her to him and devoured her lips, fully aware that she could push him away at any moment. It made his possession of her even sweeter.
He couldn’t stop himself from searching out her fangs again and swiped his tongue against them, reveling in the shudders that went through her body. To know he could reduce her to a puddle of wanton need and lust made his cock grow another inch—not that he wasn’t already hard and ready to burst.
With single-minded determination, he maneuvered her toward the bed. When he lowered them onto it, Yvette’s thighs opened automatically, making him slide into place as they landed on the sheets. Not granting her a second of reprieve, he thrust his cock into her and seated himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he grunted. She was so slick and so tight he thought he’d lose his control straight off.
***
Yvette felt his hard length fill her in one single stroke. Just in time. She couldn’t have waited another second to feel him inside her. He’d turned her on within seconds, and there was no other way to fill that void he’d made her feel. Only now, with his cock inside her, she felt whole.
When Haven had stroked his tongue against her fangs, she’d nearly lost her mind, so intense had the pleasure been. She’d always known that a vampire’s fangs were erogenous zones, but she’d never felt such intense sensations. She hadn’t expected it either. Haven hated vampires—she’d pegged him for the last man in this world to caress her fangs with his tongue. But even now as he was lodged deep inside her without moving, his mouth descended onto hers again, and he went straight for her fangs, licking, stroking, caressing.
Yvette ripped her mouth away from him, breathing hard. “Are you trying to kill me?” She couldn’t take much more of his sensual onslaught.
He gave a devilish grin. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have already done so.”
“So what’s your plan?”
Haven pulled his hips back, sliding halfway out of her. “Baby, all I can think of right now is that I hope I can last longer than ten seconds, because what I really want is you climaxing around my cock.” He rammed his hard shaft back into her with one powerful thrust.
Yvette’s lungs expelled a long breath on impact. “You keep that up, and you won’t need to last longer than ten seconds.” Her body was hot, and her heartbeat had nearly tripled since he’d dragged her into the bedroom. Her clit throbbed uncontrollably despite the fact that he hadn’t even touched her there.
She welcomed his thick cock, sliding back and forth, his lips on hers, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his hips. And for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to simply feel. She gave her mind permission to rest and shut off, so her body could relish the sensations Haven conjured up in her without analyzing them.
Her breathing as frantic as his, she bucked her hips against him. His answer was a slight shift of his angle before his hand slipped between their bodies.
“Sorry, baby, but I can’t hold back,” he pressed out and stroked his finger over her clit, igniting her in an instant. “Now, baby, now.”
She didn’t need his urging, because her orgasm was already cresting. A second later, it crashed over the summit and slammed into her. “Haven!”
He groaned and his body jerked, his cock pulsating inside her. She felt the warm spray of his seed fill her as he continued his movements before he let out a long breath.
“Sorry, baby.” He kissed her softly. “Next time, I’ll do better.”
She wanted to say so many things: the fact that she liked how he called her baby, the way he’d licked her fangs, and most of all how he made her feel. But she couldn’t get the words past her lips. If she said any of the things she was feeling, she’d make herself even more vulnerable.
“Baby.”
She snapped her gaze to his, recognizing the confusion in his eyes.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
Trying to distract him from whatever he was thinking, she joked, “That’s about as much as they’re worth.”
“Yvette,” he warned. “What are you not telling me?”
A hell of a lot, but she wasn’t going to admit any of it. Just as she wasn’t going to admit to herself that she was falling for him. “Nothing, Haven.”
He shook his head and slipped out of her. As he rolled off, she felt a sense of loss. Haven sat up, dropping his legs over the side of the bed, his back to her. “You came to talk. So talk.” The resigned tone in his voice gave her pause. Did he regret what they’d done?