Love at Stake by Victoria Davies Page A

legs. The small circles his thumbs traced along her inner thighs nearly had her going cross-eyed.
    “Ready?” he asked her.
    She paraphrased his words back to him. “Since the moment I met you.”
    His grin was her reward before his hands pushed her thighs apart.
    His hard cock jutted up against her sex and despite her eagerness, she hesitated.
    “You can take me,” he assured her, his thumb teasing her inner lips. “You were born to take me.”
    Abbey met his scorching gaze as he began easing into her body. A small cry escaped her. Lucian was big and it had been a while since her last lover.
    Kisses rained down on her face as his fingers worked to ease his entrance. Within moments he was seated fully within her. Abbey drew a deep breath, trying to reconcile the strange feeling of completeness.
    “Abbey?” The strain in his voice was clear.
    She wiggled a bit, trying to get used to the feel of him, and heard his swift inhale. Glancing up at her lover, she smiled. He’d been very good, trying to give her the time she needed to adjust.
    “I’m fine,” she assured him, cupping his face between her palms. “Please, Lucian. Move.”
    He needed no more urging.
    Abbey groaned as he withdrew to the tip and thrust back into her. Holding her hips, he surged into her. Again and again, he drove deeper. Abbey fisted one hand in the sheets around them while the other wrapped around his shoulder. Breath escaped her in gasps as she rocked against her lover. Throwing her head back she writhed beneath him, trying to handle the pleasure spiraling through her at each thrust.
    Abandoning the sheet, she clutched Lucian with both hands, holding him close as their bodies slammed together. Her teeth scraped his shoulder but she knew he wouldn’t mind. There was nothing beyond this moment, this sensation. She held on and matched his rhythm. Every time he withdrew from her, she surged back up to meet his thrust.
    Fangs grazed her neck and she gasped.
    “No,” she whispered, knowing she wouldn’t be able to fight him if he pushed the issue.
    “Temptress,” he purred against her throat.
    She tipped her head back despite herself. Pleasure flooded her unlike any she’d ever known. What would happen if he drove his fangs into her exposed throat?
    But he didn’t. He respected her wish, pulling his fangs back and kissing her neck with gentle lips instead.
    Good man , she though. Good vampire.
    When he plunged into her, a cry burst from her.
    “Yes,” she panted, rocking her hips against his. “Lucian. Now.”
    He didn’t leave her wanting.
    Gripping her hips, he drove into her madly.
    Abbey met his thrusts, each one taking her higher. Her climax grew ever closer. Building until it was infuriatingly near.
    “Please,” she cried as he drove deep within her.
    Abbey shattered at his thrust, screaming her release. Every nerve in her body pulsed with pleasure from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
    Lucian roared as his own orgasm took him. Wave after wave of sensation buffeted her until it was all she could do to cling to consciousness.
    Lucian collapsed over her body and she welcomed his weight. She kissed his shoulder, tasting the salty sheen of his skin.
    Never before had her body felt so boneless, so sated. Words were beyond her. Thought was a distant memory. There was nothing but basking in the afterglow of the most perfect sexual experience she’d ever had.
    Tilting her head to the side, she watched Lucian’s features and saw a similar peace settle over him.
    Perfect, she thought, utterly perfect.
    How was she ever going to let him go?

Chapter Eight
    The smile never left her face.
    Abbey spent her day dodging Vivian which, as it turned out, hadn’t been all that hard. The entire office was working at top speed to handle the influx of new clients who had scrambled to sign up as soon as they heard about Lucian. Abbey had just finished explaining to an eager new member that the selection process to be matched with the