Okay. That was . . . Words failed her.
She’d expected the shattering climax. Cyn was a sexually attractive male who had the sort of experience to make any woman melt into a puddle of satisfied, boneless bliss.
But she hadn’t understood just how intimate the joining would be.
He hadn’t just touched her. Every stroke of his fingers had sent shock waves of pleasure deep inside her body. His kisses hadn’t been a mere meeting of the lips. He’d intoxicated her with the deep, slow brush of his tongue and scrape of his fangs as they’d traced the line of her throat. And the cool press of his skin against hers hadn’t just aroused her to a fever pitch, he’d branded his enticing male scent deep into her flesh.
And when she’d reached her climax, she felt as if she’d been flung into the stars, tossed free from her body, only to return an entirely different woman.
Lost in her ridiculous thoughts, Fallon allowed Cyn to roll to the side, snuggling her tight against his body.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Was she?
Fallon blinked, still struggling to regain command of her fragmented thoughts.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Hell.” Cyn jerked his head up so he could stare down at her in concern. “Was I too rough?”
“No. I just . . .” She sucked in a deep breath, trying to slow the pace of her thundering heart. “I didn’t realize it would be like that.”
His worried expression was replaced by a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, princess, I can promise you that it’s never like this.”
She frowned. Was he mocking her innocence?
“What do you mean?”
“What happened between us was rare.” He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Extraordinary.”
A thrill of excitement fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It had felt extraordinary. As if . . .
With a muffled curse she slammed a mental door on her dangerous thoughts.
Cyn had shared this bed with a thousand different women.
She was just the next willing body.
Nothing extraordinary about that.
“I suppose you feel you have to say that.”
The words had barely left her lips when she found herself flat on her back and an angry vampire perched on top of her.
“Stop.”
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of his grim expression. “Cyn?”
“You can accuse me of enjoying more than my fair share of life’s pleasures, but don’t you dare try to cheapen what just happened between us,” he growled.
“I didn’t,” she protested.
The jade eyes narrowed. “You just implied I was pulling out some stock answer after a random hookup.”
She lowered her lashes, a blush staining her cheeks. “I just don’t need you to pretend that I’m any different from the other women you’ve been with.”
“Holy shite.” He impatiently brushed back one of the braids that framed his handsome face. “Aye, I’ve been with plenty of females, but they came to me knowing that our time together was all about fun.”
Her lips pressed together as a stab of . . . something sliced through her heart. God. Could it be jealousy?
“Exactly,” she forced herself to mutter. “I’m no different.”
Wrong answer.
She shivered as the temperature dropped. Climate control was a definite issue when dealing with a moody vampire.
“But those women weren’t you.” He leaned down until they were nose to nose. “Making love might not have mattered to you but it was bloody special to me.”
“Of course it mattered,” she muttered.
“Why should I believe you?” he demanded. “You did, after all, just break up with your princely fiancé. For all I know, this was revenge sex.”
Fallon pressed her hands against his naked chest, floundering as he neatly turned the tables on her.
“This had nothing to do with Magnus.”
“You did save your virginity for him. How can I be sure that you didn’t just sleep with the first man available to punish him?”
She sucked in a shocked breath, sheer horror racing through her at the mere thought of any other man touching her.
“You know that’s not true. I would never be with someone that I didn’t . . .”
Her words trailed away as she realized she was revealing far more than she wanted to.
Thankfully he didn’t press her to finish her sentence. Instead he gazed down at her with an unnerving intensity.
“Just as I would never lie to you,” he asserted. “If I tell you that you’re special, that’s exactly what I mean. You’re special.”
Her lashes fluttered downward, shielding her expressive eyes. She felt vulnerable. Stripped dangerously raw. Which was no doubt why she’d tried to convince herself that Cyn considered her nothing more than a convenient body.
She was rattled enough by the physical intensity of their lovemaking without adding in the tangle of emotions that seethed just below the surface.