Not as big as the antebellum, his place was a two-story brick home, with a wraparound balcony and a gleaming swimming pool. It sat on fifteen acres, plenty of privacy. The whole area had been wired for security. Cameras. Guards who knew how to watch, but not be seen. Motion sensors.
They’d be safe here. She would be safe.
“Didn’t expect this.” Holly’s index finger tapped on the glass. “Didn’t really take this for your style.”
He killed the ignition. “And what is my style?”
Her head turned slowly toward him and she seemed to really think about that. “Dark. Private-”
Niol had to laugh. “This is private, love. Trust me, no one will bother us out here.”
“No, that’s not what I meant. The windows-” she broke off, shaking her head. There were over fifty windows in the house. He knew, he’d watched each one being installed. “There aren’t any shutters, like you want the light to come inside.”
You want the light to come inside. Niol stiffened and decided it was time to drop the damn topic of his house. He shoved open his door, then headed around the SUV.
But Holly was already out. “Niol…”
“I brought you here because it’s safer. No one will get within five miles of this place without us knowing instantly.”
“Good to know.”
He bounded up the steps, with her on his heels. “There are guest rooms-” Niol pushed open the door and urged her inside. Once over the threshold, she turned back to look at him with those deep green eyes.
“I won’t be using one,” she said simply, and reached for the hem of her shirt. She jerked it up and tossed the garment onto the floor.
All the moisture in his mouth disappeared.
“I’ll be in your room.”
In his bed.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. Full and tempting. Thrusting against the light pink silk of her bra. Oh, damn. “Love…” He barely managed to punch in the alarm code. “We aren’t going to make it to the bed.”
Maybe the sofa. Maybe the floor. Or maybe right there against the wall-he was going to take her.
Fuck waiting.
He’d waited long enough. Holly was ready, willing, and his cock was so hard that the brush of denim against him hurt.
Niol took a step toward her. Her head tipped back.
He took her mouth. Drove his tongue deep and hard into that wet sweetness even as his fingers jerked the hook of her bra free. He threw the silk down and groaned when her tight nipples stabbed into his chest.
Not good enough.
Niol ripped his mouth away, stared down at her breasts-
Pink nipples. Like suck-me candy.
- and then his mouth locked on her left breast. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. Tasting and taking as much as he could.
Her moans filled his ears. The scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils.
And he knew there was so much more to taste.
Her nipple pressed against his tongue, a ripe berry, one that he wanted to savor all night long.
Savor.
Take.
He drew her breast into his mouth. Laved her with his tongue. Her hips rocked against him. Her hands slid down his body and locked onto his hips. Hot hands, hands that seemed to burn him through his clothes.
He licked his way to the other breast. Swirled his tongue over her nipple. Heard her breath catch.
Then he used his teeth to lightly score her flesh.
Holly shuddered. “Niol.”
Her hands pushed between their bodies. Fumbling, she managed to loosen his belt, unsnap the jeans, and jerk down-
“Ah, easy, love.” He lifted his mouth, licked his lips, and still tasted sweet nipple. “I’m damn close…”
Since he hadn’t worn underwear since he was sixteen, his cock sprang into her hands, and the lady knew exactly how to touch. Soft fingers, firm grip, perfect pump.
Damn.
He was going to come in her hand, when he wanted to be buried as deep as he could go in her wet sex.
He caught the edge of her skirt. Shoved it up so that he could grip the smooth column of her thigh.
Silky skin. He wanted those legs wrapped around him and clenching tight.
His fingers rose. Brushed against the edge of her panties.
Holly’s grip tightened around him. “Niol.”
He glanced down at his cock. Saw the thick, straining head coated with a gleaming drop of pre-cum. Her fingers, so pale, with her short nails, held him carefully.
And worked him so well.
But not as well as her sex.
Or, her mouth…that sweet, red mouth…
“Let me.”
Her husky plea had his eyes jerking to hers and he could too easily read the intent. “If that mouth of yours gets on me, I’m done.” One lick, two, and he’d come against her tongue.
No, not this time.
He ripped the panties away.
His fingers brushed over her creamy sex, plump with arousal, so slick she made him shake.
Her legs shifted, thighs widening her stance, granting him more tempting access to that pink flesh. Niol stroked the button of her desire, dragging his thumb over her clit, and loved the moan that tore from her mouth. He parted her nether lips and pushed one finger deep into that tender opening.
So damn tight.
Perfect.
The bed would definitely have to wait.
His finger slid back. Thrust deep. Withdrew.
Two fingers worked inside her and Holly’s head fell back. Her skin flushed with sweet color, those nipples driving him wild-
“Niol!” A demand.
One he wasn’t about to ignore.
A final plunge of his fingers-she was going to feel incredible -and he kissed her again. Drove his tongue deep into her mouth, and, oh, shit, she was sucking his tongue, tightening her lips around him and-
His control exploded.
He had a condom in his wallet-he had it out and on in a flash. Then his hands were on Holly, locking around her waist, and he lifted her up against the wall.
She felt so light.
For just a moment, he hesitated. Rough and wild might not be her way. She was human, but not like the other human lovers he’d had who wanted the rush that came from screwing a monster. She might need more time, more care, more-
Her nails dug into his shoulders. “If you don’t take me, I might have to hurt you.”
He laughed as a real jolt of surprise rocked him.
Her legs wrapped around his hips and the laughter died. Her creamy opening rubbed against his cock. A slight adjustment, then-
Then he shoved into her, so deep that her sheath rippled around the full length of his cock. So deep that his balls slammed against her.
So deep that it was fucking perfect.
Her mouth brushed over his neck. Those lips locked on him, her tongue laved the skin.
Then she bit him.
His cock swelled even more within her.
Insane.
Not like this-this wasn’t the way he-
Niol withdrew, then plunged deep as a frantic rhythm swept over him. Faster, faster, harder. He couldn’t get enough. Her straining sex was the best fit he’d ever had. Her breasts tormented him and the woman’s scent-
His teeth snapped together and a groan built in his throat.
Un-fucking-believable.
She was pinned against the wall. Held tight by his weight and the steely grip of his hands. Every thrust and withdrawal sent his cock sliding against her sensitive flesh.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, Jesus, Niol, this is-”
Her sex convulsed around him as her climax broke over her.
Her lips parted on a soundless scream.
He kept thrusting. Kept driving his cock into her, desperate for his own pleasure, and the milking of her core around him just made him that much wilder.
“Niol…” A whisper of satisfaction.
He erupted. His spine tightened and he shoved deep once more as the tide of pleasure crashed over him.
Fucking. Insane.
His forehead fell against hers and he let the pleasure crest.