Blood Wicked by Sharon Page Page B

silken hair spill over her smooth, creamy shoulder. “Please?” she whispered.
    He hadn’t made love to a woman like this, with deep smiles, with his heart pounding hard, for a long, long time.
    “All right, Vivienne,” he murmured. “But for our safety, let me be the guide.”
    Her brows made two golden arches. “Our safety?”
    “I’m a demon, love. We can’t forget that.”
    Softly, she added, “As am I.”
    He gave her a smile. “Tonight, I intend to make love to you like a demon.” For their one and only time together.
    Vivienne had no idea how a demon would make love. But she suddenly found herself lifted in the air and deposited onto her back. Her soft bed jiggled beneath her. It was like being made love to—fucked—upon a cloud.
    Heath yanked his trousers down, displaying his remarkable, rigid, enormous cock to her. Aroused beyond belief, she reached out and touched. She stroked his chest, let her hands coast over his tight waist, his flat, hard stomach. She caressed the flares of his hipbones, stroked his deeply indented haunches. His cock stood tall, pointing to the ceiling. Evidence he wanted this as much as she.
    She grabbed his hips and tried to pull him down to her.
    With a smile that made her heart flutter, he gripped his cock in hand and lowered between her legs. One long, confident thrust took him inside her. “Ooooh.” It was a long moan of pleasure. She’d been slick from her orgasm; she was now even creamier from lusting for
this
.
    He took control. It astonished her how she wanted him to. With Heath, she had no fear, no fierce need to resist as he capturedherwrists and held them above her head. He moved so smoothly in her, so controlled, it was like heaven. He stirred her tight, wet cunny with his massive cock. She wrapped her legs around him, determined to keep him inside her forever.
    He thrust deep, the head of his thick member nudging the entrance to her womb. And each push gave her a jolt of pure pleasure.
    “This …” Her voice died. Her legs were entwined around him, sitting above those delicious hips of his.
    “This is my hard cock filling you,” he rasped. “This is me driving deep into you. This is pleasure and sin. This is what being a demon is all about, my love.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. She savored the lovely, slick kissing sound as his groin collided with hers. He was moaning, too, breathing hard with his thrusts. The bed groaned beneath them, the canopy swayed. She’d never had a man move so fiercely in bed, thrust so hard. He was almost lifting the bed off its legs.
    And she loved it. Heath didn’t scare her—not even when he was wild with lust and hungering to fuck hard. He braced himself over her, thrust deeply in without hurting her. He wanted it to be good for her. He looked after her, even as he drove madly to pleasure.
    Her cunny was tugging at him, tightening around him. Tension built inside her.
    Her eyes opened wide. Something heavenly burst inside her. Her fingers clutched his. Her back arched. She came with such intensity she had to scream, “Heath. Heath. Heath!”
    “God yes, Vivi. Come for me. Come around me. Grip my cock and squeeze him tight.”
    She had to giggle, even while gasping for breath.
    He laughed with her, a sharp, curt sound. Then his head bowed suddenly and his body shuddered. And he came, too.
    With her.
    She could barely savor his ecstasy for the wonderful wavesof
her
pleasure. He held himself above her, and she watched the fierce agony on his face.
    He gave a low, harsh groan. “Vivienne, love … it’s never been like this.”
    And he captured her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, kissing her with a passion she’d never known before.
    Damn, he was hungry.
    Heath paced in the dark, fighting his hunger for blood and listening to Vivienne sleep. Her breathing was soft and relaxed. Making love to her had worked; his explosive orgasm had satisfied her need for a man’s pleasure.
    Too bad it could never happen between them