Which was a lie. She was human and he was vampire. Even with the slight paranormal kick in her blood she’d live only a human lifetime, albeit a long, healthy one if history was any indication.
But none of that mattered. Not now. Not when she had her hand on his face and his chest against hers. He was fully clothed, but not for long if she had her way. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers, to taste the salt of his skin and hear the moans and cries of passion as they made love.
“Sonia.” His voice was a raspy whisper, filled with such longing that it almost brought her to her knees.
“Take me.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “Love me.”
He groaned and covered her lips with his. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, holding her to him, while the other pressed against her butt, lifting her closer to his erection. Her breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest and his hard shaft prodded her belly.
She wound her arms around his neck and gave him everything, holding nothing back from a kiss that seemed to go on forever. His tongue twined with hers, rubbing and stroking. He angled his face and deepened the kiss, consuming her, stealing the breath from her body. He tasted faintly of the blood he’d licked from her wounds. She knew such a thing should appall her, but she liked the dark, salty taste. It added to the intimacy of the moment, a true sharing between them.
Sonia didn’t know what tomorrow would bring and she didn’t care. This was madness but it didn’t matter. Nothing did. Only touching Damek, feeling his body against hers, tasting his lips and swallowing his groan of pleasure.
Her feet left the ground as he lifted her easily and walked back to the bedroom. He broke the torrid kiss when her feet touched the floor once again. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at him. He was large and dark and extremely aroused. Sheer unadulterated strength emanated from him, but she wasn’t the least bit frightened. It fired her lust to have such a man wanting her. It made her feel as though she had power of her own, the feminine kind that she’d never really experience before.
Damek groaned and went to his knees in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her stomach. She stroked his hair, enraptured by the silky slide of the strands between her fingers.
The metallic rasp of her zipper was loud in the room as Damek lowered it. His hands were cool as they slid beneath the denim and shoved it down. “Step out.” She used his shoulders for balance as she stepped out of her jeans one leg at a time. He took her socks off at the same time, leaving her clad only in her lavender underwear set.
“Gorgeous.” He circled her ankles with his hands and slowly slid them upward over her calves and knees, onward to her thighs. Sonia sucked in a breath when he reached the leg bands of her panties. His thumbs played over the stretchy lace, masculine strength against blatant femininity. “So delicate.” He leaned inward and she felt his cool breath on her skin and then his lips touched her through the thin fabric.
It took everything she had to stay on her feet when all she wanted to do was melt into a puddle at his feet. His every touch, every breath was pure seduction, and she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.
His fangs grazed her hipbone, not breaking the skin, but reminding just how dangerous this man was. Sonia shivered with excitement as he caught the band of her panties with his teeth and pulled them down her thighs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out.
A low growl came from deep in his throat. “I can smell your heat, your arousal.” He buried his face in the curls at the apex of her thighs and inhaled. “Sweet and spicy.” He parted her folds and licked. “Warm and addictive.”
Oh God, she wasn’t going to make it to the bed. She was going to come right here. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. She was teetering there already. “Damek.”
He surged to his feet and kissed her again, dragging a low moan of pleasure from deep within her. She felt drunk with it, floating on a wave of seduction she never wanted to end. Her breasts ached so she rubbed them against his chest, but that wasn’t enough, didn’t satisfy the endless need growing within her.
She grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged. Hard. Buttons flew and fabric ripped. Damek broke their kiss and laughed. The sound seeped into her, settling into her very cells, and she hugged it to her. She had the feeling he didn’t laugh often. With his head thrown back and his lips parted, she caught the gleam of his sharp, white fangs. His hair flowed over his powerful shoulders.
Sonia shoved at his ruined shirt and he let her push it down his muscular arms and off. It was a shame to hide any of him under clothing. The tailoring disguised a well-developed frame, making him seem more slender than strong. But it was all whipcord lean muscle, and she ran her hands over his rock-solid biceps, up to the broad width of his shoulders and the thick cords of his neck.
She leaned in and licked his flesh before gently biting the sensitive curve where his shoulder met his neck. Damek groaned and yanked at the straps of her bra that she’d forgotten she was still wearing.
It didn’t take him long to undo the hooks and ease the last garment of clothing down her arms and off. Naked before him, she shivered.
“You are so beautiful, even more so than you were in your dream.”
Sonia froze at his words, a feeling of unease sliding through her. “What do you know about my dream?”
Damek shrugged as he picked her up, climbed the two steps by the side of the massive bed and tossed her lightly onto the mattress. “I know you were dreaming about a man.” He frowned as he stripped off his shoes, pants and socks and lowered himself onto the bed beside her. “And I wanted that man to be me.”
He leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him. “Wait. What do you mean, you wanted him to be you?” Had he somehow manipulated her dream? There was no denying it was the most powerful erotic dream she’d ever had, but it made her uncomfortable to think of him influencing her while she was sleeping.
Once again, she was struck by the enormity of Damek’s power.
The only light in the room came from the Tiffany lamp and it pooled around them like jeweled candlelight, illuminating his eyes, dark with passion and wariness. “I slid into your dream and gave you what you wanted, what you needed.” He cupped one of her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the puckered nipple. “What I needed.”
He’d put himself in her dream, touching her, bringing her to orgasm. And he’d done it on purpose. Before she could think about the implications of that, he lowered his head and took the ripe nipple into his mouth. He trailed his tongue over it, flicking it several times before sucking.
Heat zinged from her breast to her core and back again, and she grabbed his head, sinking her fingers into his hair to hold him there. This was better than any dream. This was Damek.
His erection pressed heavily against her and she wanted to see what she’d only felt until now. Dreams didn’t count. No matter how real they might feel, they were still only a fantasy. This was the real deal.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. He released her but was obviously reluctant to do so. “I want to touch you, to see you.”
He studied her for a moment, brushed a curly lock of hair away from her eyes and nodded. “Whatever you need.” He rolled onto his back, stacked his hands behind his head and lay there, totally comfortable with his nudity.
Sonia sucked in a breath as she came up onto her knees and looked down at him. Had she ever seen a more perfect male specimen? She didn’t think so, and she’d seen a lot of different men during her travels around the world. She’d been in museums and had seen ancient statues depicting the perfect male form. But none of those men, living or dead, compared to Damek.