“Don’t.” She dug her nails into his chest. The pleasure-pain was exquisite. “I’ve been waiting too long for this to ruin it with regrets.”
He didn’t think he could feel anything but regret until she dragged the backs of her fingers up his pecs and brushed them over his nipples. Back arched, she rolled her hips in a fluid surge. He pulsed inside her, his desire growing more encompassing by the second.
There would be an eternity for regrets; right now he needed to make sure this first time would be something special for her. For them both.
He palmed the back of her head and pulled her down until her lips met his. Kissing her was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue between them to meet hers. He hated that he had to be careful, to ensure she wouldn’t get too up-close and personal with his canines, but right now careful was a good thing. This was her first time, and he wasn’t going to behave like an animal.
Still, no matter how civilized he tried to be, some instincts couldn’t be overridden. He cocked one leg up and gripped her hips, holding her as his thrusts grew faster, harder. He needed to go deeper. To go so far inside that he’d never come out again, but her whimper made him freeze. She still hurt. Gods, he was a brutal asshole.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed her tears away. “You just feel… so… good.”
Her fingers stroked his neck, right over his jugular, and he had a crazy desire to ask her to bite him there. “It’s okay. I knew it would hurt.” She winced. “But maybe not as much as it does.”
“I want to make it better, lirsha.”
“Lirsha?”
Shit. Well, he couldn’t very well explain that it loosely translated to “lover” in Seminus-speak, and to hell with it, he didn’t want to explain at all.
“Shh.” He lifted her off him, the silky friction as his cock dragged through her wet channel nearly making him come. “Trust me.”
She bit her lip, her expression softening, and she nodded. Wriggling down her body, he urged her up at the same time, until his mouth met her core. The bed was short and his legs were crammed up against the wall, but he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Serena moaned as he kissed her deeply, rolling her swollen bud between his lips. Hungrily, he ran his tongue up her center in a gentle, wet stroke. When he pushed inside her with a healing swipe of his tongue, she cried out in a sharp release, coming so hard he had to steady her with a firm grip on her thighs.
When it was over, she went limp, and he easily tucked her beneath him. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, her voice a husky trill. “Wow.”
“It’s only going to get better.”
Excitement sparked in her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
He shifted so her hips were cradling his and his cock was poised at her entrance. Bracing himself on his elbows, he kissed her until they were both breathless and rocking wildly against each other. Her undulating, grinding motion had him sucking air, and when she lifted her legs around his waist, he couldn’t wait any longer. He tried to be gentle, but he was so worked up, and she was so wet…
He entered her in one smooth stroke.
“You okay?” he asked, though it would be a wonder if she understood him, the way the words had come out on a groan of ecstasy.
“Stop asking me that.” She tightened her thighs around him and arched up. “Keep going. Please.” She pumped her hips and locked her arms around his neck for leverage, and damn, he was just going to have to hang on for the ride.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this… with a human, with a virgin, with someone he cared about. But he didn’t want to think about all of that. He wanted to give her a first time she’d remember forever.
Except, she didn’t have forever anymore.
A nasty snarl came out of his mouth. He didn’t care that her disease had no cure. There had to be another way. He would save her. He would. And then, she would be his. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed, tugging his head down to her throat. “Kiss me there. Like in the dream.”
The vampire dream. The idea of biting her made him so hot he surged inside her as his fangs shot out of his gums. Willing his fangs to retreat, he latched onto her neck with his lips and sucked, knowing he was going to leave a mark and not caring. He wanted to mark her in every way he could.
He also wanted to be gentle, but she drove him to amazing heights that destroyed his self-control, and suddenly he was sweating and pumping and growling, his release building like trapped steam.
She scored his shoulders with her nails and cried out, but he recognized the sound—pleasure, not pain. Her tight sheath clenched around him, dragging him deeper, her hips thrusting upward to create a wild, violent tempo that must have rocked the train.