The strokes were deep, intense, but the pace was slow.
Raven placed her hands on his lower back and slid them to his backside, urging him to increase his speed. She felt his muscles flex and contract under her grasp.
He bent down to take her breast in his mouth and she closed her eyes, groaning in delight.
A few more strokes, a few more kisses and nips to her breast, and she was orgasming again.
William nuzzled her neck and licked at the flesh, biting her gently.
She ignored him, focused as she was on the feeling that spread from her insides throughout her entire body.
His pace increased slightly but he gave no sign of coming.
“Are you—?” she managed to say, still in the throes of an incredible climax.
“No.” He grinned at her knowingly before kissing her neck once again. “I can go for hours.”
Raven felt the last of her orgasm recede. She rested her hands on his lower back, stilling him.
“Did you say hours?” She panted, out of breath.
“Yes.” He kissed her lightly. “Prepare yourself.”
He began moving inside her once again.
Raven lifted up to kiss him.
“Nothing could have prepared me for this.” She spoke against his mouth, her breathing uneven. “It feels incredible.”
His expression darkened, but only for a moment. Then he rolled to his back, pulling her astride him.
She’d just come down from her third orgasm when he placed her beneath him once again, his rhythm increasing.
“Eyes,” he commanded, his hand at her jaw.
She looked up and saw desperation and need.
His pace quickened, far faster than any human man could manage. She reached for his lower back, simply to hold on.
He strained and pushed above her, every muscle in his body tense. Then, with a roar, he stilled inside her and released. His mouth dropped to her neck and he sucked at her skin, a curious and extraordinary pleasure radiating from that spot throughout her entire body.
His release seemed to last much longer than normal, far outstripping the pulsing inside her.
When he finally opened his eyes and lifted his head, he regarded her curiously.
“Are you all right?” She touched his face, his brow, his chin.
He pressed his lips to hers.
“You’ve ensnared me, Cassita,” he whispered. “I’ve never been less eager to escape.”
Chapter Forty-four
Dawn poured sunlight through the open balcony doors into the bedroom, spilling onto Raven’s face.
She opened her eyes, peering with disappointment at the empty space beside her.
William was magnificent. He was Cupid. A god.
He’d been attentive and passionate, truly an expert lover.
He hadn’t showered her with pet names or paid her extravagant compliments. But he’d been tender and affectionate and when he orgasmed, he looked as if he’d truly been overcome.
He was attracted to her and she believed she’d captured his interest, if only until this morning. But he didn’t care for her. Not really. From what he’d confessed already, he never would.
She stretched her hand experimentally over the mattress, shifting her legs. The space between her legs was tender, which wasn’t surprising. When William had confided that he had tremendous stamina, he spoke the truth. She’d had three orgasms to his one, and that was only because he was worried about hurting her. When she was used to him, he said, he’d multiply that number.
The vampyre was insatiable.
She closed her eyes, chiding herself. She knew better than to become attached, sexually or otherwise, to someone who didn’t truly care for her. And there was the small matter that William wasn’t human.
In the harsh light of day, no doubt he’d seen her as she truly was and fled. It had happened before. This was why it was better to be alone and to accept one’s solitude rationally and cheerfully.
“My lark awakes.” A masculine voice broke into her musings.
Raven turned toward the balcony so quickly, she found herself entangled in the sheets.
“Good morning.” William was standing in the open doorway, naked, his arm lifted above his head to rest on the doorpost.
In the sunlight, his pale skin burnished bronze, complementing his pale eyes and blond hair. His figure was a study in male perfection, every muscle defined and honed, especially his chest and abdomen.
“You’re handsome.” The words escaped her mouth before she could consider them, her eyes drinking him in.
He smiled and dropped his arm. “You’re pretty. Especially now, with your dark hair mussed and your cheeks a little pink. You look as if you’ve been bedded and bedded well.”
Raven smiled down at the sheets, unable to meet his gaze. “I was. Three times.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I noticed you were gone.”
William nodded, noting the way she’d woven part of the sheet through her fingers. Her green eyes were fixed on it as if it had the answer to life itself.
“I held you for some time, but I grew restless.”
She flexed her fingers.
He turned away from the door and she was treated to a frontal view of his body. Not even the greatest sculptures of the Renaissance could rival his symmetry of form.
“You don’t need to wake up yet.”
She smiled her thanks and tried not to stare.
“Why so quiet?” William’s brow furrowed.
“Why me?”
“Why you?” he prompted.
Raven pulled the sheet up to her shoulders.
“There are lots of human women you could choose from. And there’s the red-haired vampyre. She’s gorgeous.”
William wore a distasteful expression. “Aoibhe is an ally; nothing more.”
Raven contemplated his answer, wondering why she felt suspicious.