Beneath…
She wasn’t sure how she stayed standing on one leg, but she had to assume Cas was holding her. Though she didn’t feel it. And her eyes refused to open.
Then she was being lifted out of the tub and set on the rug. Cool air washed over her skin before a towel was wrapped around her. Then she was being lifted again.
“Cas?” she uttered, hoarse. “Where…am I going back?”
His laughter was highly charged and lethally erotic. “I’m taking you to bed, Lia. Where I’ll dry you off, then get you wet all over again.”
CHAPTER SIX
He cared nothing for his own hunger.
The pain of having no release shuddered through him, and yet all Cas wanted was to taste her again. Her scent, her climax, it had filled him with such pleasure. Unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He didn’t understand why this female captivated him the way she did, the way she had. But he knew, as he placed her on his bed and gently dried her legs and feet, that when dawn came tomorrow morning he wasn’t letting her go.
She would belong to him.
Perhaps not as Vipera’s female or Jian’s or Devil Gravori’s. He couldn’t have that. His name belonged to another—had since he’d been born. But he could give her…
What? What, Master Trevanion? What can you give her?
“I need you.” Lady Elia—Lia, as she wanted him to call her—was gazing up at him with eyes so liquid and heavy, his cock leaked at the tip.
Never had he wanted anything more than to be inside this amazing female. And when she reached for him, opened her arms to him, he melted into her. Covered her body with his own. And kissed her.
Oh. Bloody. Hell.
Kissing was another amusement he usually denied himself, and the females in his company. It had seemed trivial, pointless. Too personal for a hot, impersonal fuck. But with her, with Lia, it felt vital. Sacrosanct.
Her arms went around his neck and he groaned as he tasted her. Her lips were so soft and full, and just like the lips he’d devoured not five minutes ago.
Irresistible.
“Lia,” he breathed against her mouth.
She smiled. “Yes?”
“You make me feel…” He growled.
“What?” she asked him. “I make you feel what?”
He brushed his nose across her nose. “That’s it. You make me feel.”
For one brief moment their eyes locked, and something unspoken passed between them. An understanding, perhaps? A hope? A wonder? And then she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed herself against him and kissed him once more.
Hot, wet * riding the base of his shaft. Now, the demon inside him roared. Take. Feed. The beast had been impatiently waiting, so hungry.
It was time.
His mouth plundering hers, his tongue playing with hers, Cas reached between their bodies and fisted his cock. The thing was like steel. Fuck, he couldn’t wait. Tight, hot, sugary-sweet walls milking him. He positioned himself at the slick entrance to her sex, nearly howling with longing.
“Please,” Lia begged, canting her hips.
Without another word, Cas drove up inside her and held.
Lia gasped, cried out, gripped him tighter and bit his lower lip.
Fuck, he snarled. Pulling out, he waited a moment, then drove back in—this time to the hilt, until his scrotum was flush against her backside.
Heaven. Pure paradise.
She pulled her mouth from his then, her eyes opening and finding him. “Don’t stop. Don’t play with me. Don’t go slow. Just…please…”
“Tell me, Lia,” he commanded. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Cas,” she said, circling her hips, then thrusting upward. “Hard.”
Cas laughed at her audacity, but the sound came out as more of a snarl. She was hot as summer, tight like a fist, and moving like a temptress, and he was past emotion and feeling now. He wanted to claim her, send her into climax and feed from her sweet, erotic, addictive energy.
Teeth gritted, he started to move, deep, slow strokes to her womb. Her legs tightened around him and her nails dug into his back. Every thrust made him growl. Every feminine, throaty moan made his cock weep. He could feel her walls pulsing against him as they prepared for orgasm.
Not without me, female.
Not without the beast.
He took her mouth again, plunged his tongue inside to taste her, while his hips ground against her and his cock pistoned over and over. The rush of blinding pleasure was rising, rising, nearly overtaking him. And then she ripped her mouth from his and screamed, her walls vibrating and fisting and milking his cock until he couldn’t bear it another second.
Pounding into her, he came in an explosion of heat and electricity. He was nothing and everything. He was filled, overcome. He knew emotion through fucking and he would never want anything else.
And it was all because of her.