Devoured By Darkness by Alexandra Ivy

body. He stroked through her slick honey, once and then twice, his hands pressed against her legs as she bowed beneath the fierce pleasure. Tane had barely found the tiny nub he’d been searching for before Laylah had reached down to grasp his mohawk and struggled to yank him upward.
    “Please.”
    Tane had every intention of making her suffer as he had, but his cock was ready to explode, threatening to embarrass him.
    Rising upward, he studied the woman spread below him, her eyes dark with passion and her lips parted in anticipation. His gaze slid down the perfect ivory form, with the rose-crested breasts and softly flaring hips.
    A stunningly beautiful creature.
    That was his.
    All his.
    “Your wish is my command,” he softly swore, his hands shifting beneath her legs to tilt her upward.
    Their gazes locked as he slid into her welcoming heat with one smooth stroke.
    Tane froze as a stunning ecstasy combined with a sense of … rightness blazed through him.
    God almighty. He would have sworn that he knew everything there was to know about sex.
    The women he’d bedded had been entertaining companions for a few hours and he’d done everything in his considerable power to make sure they both enjoyed their time together. But this …
    This was touching him in dangerous places. Places he had deliberately kept shut off since the night of the god awful bloodbath.
    Ignoring the perilous sensations, Tane softly groaned as he pulled back his hips before pushing slowly back into her tight channel. His hands cupped her ass as he watched her dark lashes lower, her teeth biting into her lower lips as he pressed back into her body.
    Magic. There was no other word for what was shimmering through his body.
    Pure Laylah magic.
    His slow, deliberate pace gradually quickened as her hips rolled upward to meet his thrusts, his initial desire to make this last the entire night being undone by the looming promise of paradise.
    Laylah stretched her arms over her head, her soft pants as beautiful as any music as she climaxed.
    His fangs ached as he felt the ripples tug at his cock, the compulsion to claim her with his bite almost overwhelming.
    Then his own orgasm overtook him, making him forget everything but the shattering pleasure.
    They were left to cool their heels in the dungeon until the following evening. Not that Tane protested.
    He was recklessly content to share the tiny cell with his beautiful mongrel. An attitude that might have made sense if he’d spent the past hours sating his persistent lust. What vamp wouldn’t enjoy several hours of uninterrupted sex?
    Especially when it was mind-blowing, balls-to-the-wall, best-sex-ever sex.
    Instead, Tane had held Laylah tightly in his arms as she had tumbled into a deep slumber, clearly exhausted by the past few days.
    Hour after hour, he had watched over her, refusing to allow anyone to enter the dungeon, including Uriel, in case they disturbed her.
    Dusk was falling when he sensed that Laylah was beginning to stir and realizing she might feel awkward at having him hover over her, he left the cell so she would have privacy to pull on the jeans and T-shirt that Uriel had sent down earlier.
    Offering such tender care was an unfamiliar experience for him.
    He was a cold-hearted assassin, not a babysitter for vulnerable half-breeds.
    Not that the pigheaded female appreciated his efforts, he acknowledged as he moved to block the door of the cell, glaring down at her stubborn expression with a surge of annoyance.
    “We’re not going to argue about this, Laylah.”
    “You’re the one arguing, not me.” She stabbed him in the middle of the chest with her finger, no doubt wishing it was a stake. Ungrateful wench. “I’m going with you to speak with the clan chief and that’s final.”
    “Damn you, Laylah.” His hands curled into tight fists. “Victor isn’t a lame-ass cur like Caine who you can manipulate with a smile and too-tight shirt.”
    Her face flushed as they both glanced down