“Tell me that was one helluva yes, baby.”
Vera laughed and hugged him hard. “That’s a yes, lumara.” He laughed with her, the sound rich, music to add to her symphony.
“Thank God,” he said so seriously that she broke into a fit of laughter, raining kisses along his hard jaw and neck. “Baby, I have a question for you.”
“Mmmm,” she said curiously, as her mouth teased his ear.
“Tell me you’re naked under that robe.” Vera pulled back and looked down at herself. So much had happened in the last few hours, she’d completely forgotten she was wearing the white terry cloth robe from when she got out of the shower. Licking her lips, she gave him a coy stare and said, “What are you going to do about it if I am?”
Her body was already on liquid fire for him. His eyes left hers to trail over the thick robe. His eyes darkened, hot and wild, as if he could see her clearly through the material.
When he spoke, his voice was a hoarse croak, “I need you, and I can’t go easy. If you can’t take it, then I want you to get up and leave the room right now, because otherwise I’m going to be on you and in you in under a minute.”
“But your hurt.”
He shook his head and lifted his shirt showing her a cut that already looked like it’d healed a week. “Dmetri told me that not all vampires can heal fast, but he can, and since I have his blood now I can too.”
Shivering, Vera untied the rope around her waist and shrugged out of the robe. It hissed and slithered down to the floor around her.
“Last chance,” he warned. His gaze scorched over her naked body. His eyes widened, nostrils flared, and then his mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting in her mouth, owning her, possessing her.
Hot, rough hands searched over her body—not with gentle romantic sweeps but with urgent, eager grasps. Plumping her ass cheeks, rubbing her back, pinching her nipples, and squeezing her breasts until finally she let her head fall back.
His mouth replaced his hands and licked her nipples deep, flicking and sucking them until an answering pleasure throbbed from between her legs. She was wet as if she’d been having foreplay for hours, not mere seconds. Being so long without him had her starved.
“Jacks.” Her voice was laden with arousal.
“Can’t wait anymore.” She watched languidly as he ripped open his pants, spread her knees wide, and thrust at her entrance. He slid in like he was made to.
He didn’t stop. His thrusts were that of a starved man. A man hungry for his mate. His hips slapped against hers as his thrusts pushed her against the couch, her ass bouncing off of it.
With them both on their knees, he wasn’t hitting her as deep as she wanted it, but he was moving so fast through her wet pussy—pushing her towards something beautiful and earth shattering.
His hands cupped her bottom and spread her cheeks wide, reminding her of the delicious time he’d taken her in that special way. His mouth came down on hers and nothing could stop the bubbling pleasure that burst forth from her. She turned her head away and screamed as an intense, hard orgasm ripped through her trembling body.
Before she could float back down to earth, he was right there with her, thrusting jerkily then exploding in hot surges inside her.
“Vera, baby.” His voice held wonder in it.
He wrapped her in his arms and fell back to the floor with her. Vera didn’t know how long they lay like that, but their bodies turned cold, their breathing returned to normal. She tried to think of a time when she’d enjoyed something as much as she did this, but for the life of her, she couldn’t.
He held her, his fingers tracing small patterns on her back. Vera had a sudden, wicked thought and propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him.
“Baby?” He seemed to have a hard time opening his eyes, but finally he did and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you hungry?”
All at once, his soft cock hardened against her thigh like a steel pipe. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. Jackpot.
“I shouldn’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” She could hear the regret in his voice so she kissed him wetly on the mouth for it.
“But I’d love to feed you,” she whispered huskily and rolled her hips so his cock rested at the entrance to her pussy.
Several things happened at once and she didn’t know which happened first. A hand cupped her neck, tilting her head to the side. And then sharp pressure at her neck like sharp teeth. Thick, hard pressure and then his cock was inside her.
A fleeting pain and her soft skin broke under the pressure of his bite.
Instantly she was bombarded with sharp, incredible sensations throughout her body. The sensation at her neck was so intense that she lazily lifted herself up and down on his cock. Her eyes closed, his name a whisper from her lips, she held him within her body as he took her life essence into his body.
Each draw wrought a sharp sensation from deep inside her. Her body warmed and pulsed, her pussy tightening and releasing with each kiss at her neck. His tongue licked at her torn skin reverently, his lips pulled tight against her neck as he sucked and pulled.
It was too much, he completely overwhelmed her. He must have known it too because he thrust up inside her, filling her hard and completely, as he drank from her neck. The orgasm that ripped through her was blinding.
Her screams blasted off the cabin walls, and she was certain her body would have trembled away had he not held on to her so tightly.
He pulled away from her neck with a lingering lick, then settled down against the floor just holding her, letting her catch her breath.
When she could talk without gasping, she kissed his cheek and said, “Why did you stop?” She lifted her hips in question and his hard cock slipped almost out of her before she pushed back down and shoved him deep. His harsh groan turned into a hiss at the movement.
“Because I want to take you to the bedroom.” He wrapped her arms around his neck and stood with a strength and ease that even she found impressive.
“Tell me how you lifted me so easily. Is it your amazing vampire strength or could you lift me like that as a human? Don’t lie now.”
He laughed and started up the stairs. “I’d never lie to you, Vera. I think you overestimate how much you weigh. Yeah, I could have held you before. You’re nothing to hold, baby.” She inhaled his rich, masculine scent and smiled.
He reached the threshold of her bedroom and suddenly stopped. Vera felt the tension tighten in his shoulders.
“What is it?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then clamped it closed hard. He strode into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Vera flopped around on the bed like ragdoll and sputtered, “Hey, what the hell, vampire?”
“Do you always resort to name calling when you’re mad?”
“I don’t know.” He leaned nonchalantly against her doorframe and looked around her bedroom with assessing eyes. When his eyes finally landed on hers, it was like electricity passing between them.
“We need to discuss a few things.”
Vera’s stomach dropped through the floor. “Is that just another way of saying ‘we need to talk’?” His rich laughter made her relax, somewhat. He crossed his arms loosely around his chest. She tried not to stare at the way his muscles thickened and bulged, but it was hard.
“Don’t worry baby, it’s nothing bad. I just need to know if you’ll,” his face darkened and he looked wildly around the room before finding her again, “mate with me.” Vera’s mouth opened and closed several times as a rushing sensation swept through her. God she loved this man. What he was asking for was so much more than a marriage. It was a soul-gripping union between two mates.
“Of course I will. I love you so much, Jackson Marsh.” The look on his face was raw love. She could see the young man who’d endured through an abusive father, could see the older man struggling with a past that ate at him, and now the man standing here before her accepting and ready for something new.