Bound In Death (A Vampire and Werewolf Romance) by Cynthia Eden

blue. As blue as the skies over Ireland, the home she’d once had. “I don’t know you,” she whispered.
    You did.
“Then get to know me.” At first, he’d wanted her to get all of her memories back. But now, in truth, there were parts of their past that he never wanted her to remember. Selfish? Yeah, but it would be easier to forget those parts.   
    The betrayals. The lies.
    He reached for her hand. Brought it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles and turned her hand over so that he could score his teeth over her palm.
    Her breath hissed out.
    “Your body knows me, and I know it.”
That towel needs to come off.
He had to make this good for her, before the beast took over for him.
    Too long.
    “I’ve dreamed of you in this bed.” A stark confession from him.   
    Jane shook her head. “I never have dreams. Only darkness.”
    When he’d lost his sight, she’d been the only light in his darkness. 
    He licked her palm. Then Alerac inhaled the tempting scent of her arousal. She wanted him. She feared him, but she wanted him. 
    He put her hand back on the bed.  Let his fingers trail up the silken skin of her thighs.
    “J-just so you know…” she told him, watching him with desire shadowing her eyes. “This isn’t because I owe you for my life.”
    His fingers eased up a few more inches, pushing away that towel. “Then what is it about?”
    She rasped out a quick breath. “Desire.”
    Oh, he was well acquainted with desire.
    “It’s not natural, the way I feel about you,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t want you this much.”
    Yes, she should. “Maybe your body just remembers what your mind can’t.” 
    “Don’t…”
    The one word had his head jerking up. If she was telling him to stop, to back away, he would.
    For her, he’d do anything.
    But then she said, “Don’t hurt me.”
    She fuckin’ broke his heart. The heart too many had tried to carve right out of his chest. The heart he’d given to her two centuries before.
    “I won’t.”  Then he was unknotting that towel.  Peeling it away from her body. She was just as she’d been in his dreams. Those perfect, round breasts with their pink-tipped nipples. The soft curve of her stomach. The lush flare of her hips.
    The temptation of her sex—soft and pink and waiting.
    He bent his head and took a breast between his lips. Licking. Sucking. Tasting.  The nipple was hard and tight and he loved the way she gasped and arched toward him.
    He kept tasting her, sampling her, even as his fingers slid down her stomach and pushed between her legs.
    She was wet for him.
    Already. 
    Yes.
    Her hands were on his back, her nails lightly raking over his skin. He’d wanted her touch for too long. 
    His eyes squeezed shut as he kissed his way down her stomach. 
    “Alerac?”
    He kept kissing her.  He’d taste the need she had for him. He’d make sure to give her pleasure before the beast broke free.
    Her pleasure mattered. If he made it good enough for him, maybe she’d stay, once she learned the truth.
    He’d seduced her to his side before.
    Can I do it again?
    His hands pushed her legs apart.  Her scent—so good—was making him light-headed with raw need and lust.  He stroked her with his fingers, learning the secrets of her sex once more. Her hips rose helplessly toward him.
    Her body tightened. 
    He put his mouth on her.  He damn well feasted.
    She jerked beneath him. Tried to pull away.  
    “Alerac—it’s too much!”
    No, not even close. 
    He used his lips and his tongue and he worked that sweet flesh until he knew that her release was at hand. He could feel it approaching in the stiffness of her body, the gasps that broke from her mouth.
    He pushed his finger into her. Licked the center of her need.
    Jane came against his mouth.
    The taste of her pleasure broke his control.
    He surged back over her. When she reached for him, Alerac grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands to the bed.  He could see the edge of her fangs