yes, her man was thorough, very thorough, in all that he did. When he was satisfied she was scented and spotless, he lay back with her in his strong arms and placed his cheek on top of her head.
Even though every single cell in her body was aroused, she simply relaxed and enjoyed the moment. It was like being cocooned with pure love. When the water began to cool, she felt him stir as he lifted her and rose.
She stood before him, helpless as a child as he dried her with a warm bath sheet, wrapped her tight and carried her to their bed.
It wasn't until she was all warm and snug that he stood next to the bed and stared down at her.
"Do you want a bag of blood, or do you want to feed from me?"
Her choice.
She could either take a bag from the fridge, drink it and sink into sleep, or if she fed from her mate, that would mean making love. Really, there was no choice.
"I want you."
Right answer.
The dimple flashed again as he climbed in beside her and turned down the bedside light.
She turned into his arms, felt him release her hair and lifted her face to his kiss.
Her lips were soft and sweet as he tasted the honeyed depth of her mouth. The idea was to keep everything soft and gentle. Marcus knew his woman needed care this night. And he was determined to give rather than receive. Gentle hands explored the silky, perfumed skin. She smelled of a summer meadow, wild flowers and soothing herbs. His mouth went on a voyage of discovery over her face, placing tiny kisses on her closed eyelids, tasted a little salt which told him her emotions were still all over the place. Poor darling. When his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses to the frantic pulse, her carotid, her breath hitched. She was so amazingly responsive to him, his woman. But he wasn't going to taste her, not yet. Instead, he dipped his head and sampled her nipple, sucked the dusky bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Her moan and the way her pelvis rose made him smile. She liked that. He did it again. And again. But he wasn't finished. Now he trailed a path of kisses down, down, to her navel, let the tip of his tongue explore her belly button and her hips rose again. She was becoming impatient. The scent of her arousal was like nectar to his vampyre who actually whimpered in his mind.
'Down boy ,' Marcus growled in response. ' She needs tender loving. There will be no rough stuff this night.'
"Marcus," she breathed his name. "I need you inside me."
Since he only lived to serve her, he paused, lifted his head to find her on her elbows, her eyes burning into his.
Watching her, he slid his fingers into her hot slick sheath, saw her eyes go almost opaque.
"I wanted to taste you, to bring you pleasure."
She blinked, lay down and held out her arms.
"I want you inside me. Please Marcus."
Her legs spread wide and he positioned himself in the cradle of her pelvis and slid right in to the hilt. He couldn't help the moan of a pleasure so deep it was almost pain. Now her legs were around his waist, pulling him even further into her body. Tight. So tight. Her face was flushed. Her mouth trembled with each thrust of his hips as he gave her the ultimate pleasure. He kissed her, surging into her again and again. Now she was writhing almost squirming beneath him, trying to lift her pelvis to make him go faster. But he pinned her to the bed as he went slow and steady. He could feel the way he stretched her flesh, her tendons. And then her internal muscles clenched and released, clenched and released. Now he was the one who was trembling. Closing his eyes tight, he fought a war of attrition with the sting of release racing down his spine and into his sac. He groaned out loud with the pleasure of it and opened his eyes to find her vampyre staring into his eyes. The shock nearly made him lose it as his vampyre leapt.
The beast, however, did not impale her fast and furious.
Instead his vampyre went perfectly still.
She whimpered.
A plea.
A sound of
Even though every single cell in her body was aroused, she simply relaxed and enjoyed the moment. It was like being cocooned with pure love. When the water began to cool, she felt him stir as he lifted her and rose.
She stood before him, helpless as a child as he dried her with a warm bath sheet, wrapped her tight and carried her to their bed.
It wasn't until she was all warm and snug that he stood next to the bed and stared down at her.
"Do you want a bag of blood, or do you want to feed from me?"
Her choice.
She could either take a bag from the fridge, drink it and sink into sleep, or if she fed from her mate, that would mean making love. Really, there was no choice.
"I want you."
Right answer.
The dimple flashed again as he climbed in beside her and turned down the bedside light.
She turned into his arms, felt him release her hair and lifted her face to his kiss.
Her lips were soft and sweet as he tasted the honeyed depth of her mouth. The idea was to keep everything soft and gentle. Marcus knew his woman needed care this night. And he was determined to give rather than receive. Gentle hands explored the silky, perfumed skin. She smelled of a summer meadow, wild flowers and soothing herbs. His mouth went on a voyage of discovery over her face, placing tiny kisses on her closed eyelids, tasted a little salt which told him her emotions were still all over the place. Poor darling. When his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses to the frantic pulse, her carotid, her breath hitched. She was so amazingly responsive to him, his woman. But he wasn't going to taste her, not yet. Instead, he dipped his head and sampled her nipple, sucked the dusky bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Her moan and the way her pelvis rose made him smile. She liked that. He did it again. And again. But he wasn't finished. Now he trailed a path of kisses down, down, to her navel, let the tip of his tongue explore her belly button and her hips rose again. She was becoming impatient. The scent of her arousal was like nectar to his vampyre who actually whimpered in his mind.
'Down boy ,' Marcus growled in response. ' She needs tender loving. There will be no rough stuff this night.'
"Marcus," she breathed his name. "I need you inside me."
Since he only lived to serve her, he paused, lifted his head to find her on her elbows, her eyes burning into his.
Watching her, he slid his fingers into her hot slick sheath, saw her eyes go almost opaque.
"I wanted to taste you, to bring you pleasure."
She blinked, lay down and held out her arms.
"I want you inside me. Please Marcus."
Her legs spread wide and he positioned himself in the cradle of her pelvis and slid right in to the hilt. He couldn't help the moan of a pleasure so deep it was almost pain. Now her legs were around his waist, pulling him even further into her body. Tight. So tight. Her face was flushed. Her mouth trembled with each thrust of his hips as he gave her the ultimate pleasure. He kissed her, surging into her again and again. Now she was writhing almost squirming beneath him, trying to lift her pelvis to make him go faster. But he pinned her to the bed as he went slow and steady. He could feel the way he stretched her flesh, her tendons. And then her internal muscles clenched and released, clenched and released. Now he was the one who was trembling. Closing his eyes tight, he fought a war of attrition with the sting of release racing down his spine and into his sac. He groaned out loud with the pleasure of it and opened his eyes to find her vampyre staring into his eyes. The shock nearly made him lose it as his vampyre leapt.
The beast, however, did not impale her fast and furious.
Instead his vampyre went perfectly still.
She whimpered.
A plea.
A sound of
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