He lingered, teasing the tight nubs with lips and then with his teeth, careful not to break her skin with the aching points of his fangs. She hissed in pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she experienced her first taste of passion.
Promising himself that some night he would discover if he could make her climax just by caressing her breasts, Cyn slowly moved down her quivering stomach. Each kiss was lingering, deliberate. A sensual promise that was intended to stroke her desire to a fever pitch.
Cyn lifted his head, capturing her startled gaze as he settled between her legs, his fingers sliding delicately through her feminine heat.
“Oh,” she breathed, a flush staining her cheeks.
He waited, allowing her to adjust to the sensations that were bombarding her. Only when she released a quivering sigh of pleasure did he slowly replace his fingers with his tongue. She gave a small gasp that settled into a groan of ecstasy as his tongue dipped into her moist heat.
His eyes slid shut in pure bliss.
Her honey was sweeter here, the crisp, utterly feminine scent of champagne intoxicating him.
Over and over he teased at her tiny bud of pleasure before dipping his tongue into her body, bringing her tantalizingly close to the edge of completion before pulling back.
At last she gave a choked groan of need. “Please . . . Cyn.”
“Yes,” he husked, unable to wait another moment.
Running one fang along the sensitive inner length of her thigh, he briefly allowed himself to relish the image of drinking deep from that tender spot.
Someday . . .
Until then he had another hunger to satisfy.
One that was hammering through him with enough force to make him groan.
He needed to be buried deep inside her.
Crawling onto the mattress, he stretched out beside her and gathered her in his arms. Then, holding her gaze, he rolled onto his back until she was perched atop him. She blinked, pressing her hands against his chest as she regarded him in puzzlement.
“I’m twice your size and double your weight. This will be more comfortable for you,” he muttered, barely able to form the words as her legs naturally draped on either side of his hips, her hot clit pressed against his erection.
She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to do.”
Tenderness clenched his heart. She looked so beautiful, but fragile, vulnerable.
He had to make sure she never regretted giving him her innocence.
“Like this,” he murmured, reaching to guide her hand to his fully erect cock.
His entire body clenched with agonized pleasure as she delicately curled her fingers around him, nearly torpedoing him straight into an orgasm. Bloody hell. He was supposed to be an experienced hedonist, not a randy schoolboy.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“Christ, no. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” he groaned. “I need to be inside you.”
She fumbled awkwardly as she attempted to adjust him, and gritting his teeth, Cyn managed to avoid embarrassing himself. Then, with a low groan, he was at last pushing the crest of his erection into her entrance.
She was tight.
Gloriously tight as he forged his way inside her. A moan was wrenched from his throat at the sensation of her silky heat clenched around him like a glove. God. Damn. Nothing had ever felt so good.
“Cyn,” she moaned, her hair tumbling forward to brush his chest as Cyn grasped her hips and lifted her upward before plunging back into her with a slow, maddening tempo.
“Fallon,” he echoed, the savage pleasure already twisting his lower stomach into a tight ball of anticipation. “My sweet princess.”
Her lips parted as she matched his rhythm, her beautiful face flushed with the same desire that blazed through him. He lifted his head off the mattress, the beads in his braid rattling as he latched on to one nipple. At the same time he reached between them, using his finger to stroke over her clit.
She whimpered, meeting his thrusts with a frantic enthusiasm that had him swiftly rushing toward his release. With a muttered curse, he angled his hips upward, pressing ever deeper as his pace increased.
He muttered ancient curses as his head dropped back to the mattress, his entire body on fire.
It felt so good.
Too good.
His fingers tightened on Fallon’s hips as she made a strangled sound of sheer bliss, her slender body arching as she was overwhelmed by her climax. Cyn watched in fierce satisfaction as she shook with a stunned shock at her first orgasm. But all too soon the feel of her channel gripping his cock with tiny ripples had him thundering toward his own release. With one last thrust, he was shouting out as he came with a violent force that he felt to his very soul.
Urging the trembling Fallon to lay against his chest, Cyn wrapped his arms around her body, his cunning mind already plotting his next step in binding her to him.
Making love to this woman had been fabulous. Mind-blowing.
But he wanted more than sex from her.
He wanted her bound so closely to him that she never, ever wanted to leave.
Chapter Eleven
Fallon struggled to catch her breath, slowly drifting back to earth.