“God, you taste amazing,” he murmured, sending vibrations up through her entire torso.
Need coiled high inside her, making the pressure unbearable. Her breasts ached as much as her core, but he wasn’t in a hurry. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the little keening sounds she kept making. She’d never felt this alive. She knew for a fact that she’d never been this alive. How was it possible to feel such raw, pure pleasure? “Paxton,” she cried.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. He used his fingers and his teeth and his lips and then his tongue, and all she could do was feel the different sensations quickly coming at her, driving her higher and higher until she was afraid she couldn’t breathe. It was unbelievable.
Finally, something sharp crossed her clit, and she screamed, falling over the edge and fracturing into a million pieces. The orgasm tore through her, stealing her breath. When she whimpered, coming down, he kissed her clit.
“Oh, we’re gonna do that again,” he said.
She reached for him, feeling more vulnerable than ever. He held himself above her, caught sight of her eyes, and leaned down to kiss her gently.
“I’ve got you, Hope. I’ll always have you.”
A tear slid out of one of her eyes. The male was everything to her, and she trusted him. Completely. He licked the tear away and then kissed both of her eyelids. She widened her thighs and reached for his hip to run her hand around his butt. Even his butt was tight and firm and muscled. She smiled and leaned up to nip the skin between his neck and shoulder.
Pain flashed in her mouth, and she winced before touching her tongue to a sharpened canine. Holy crap, it was a fang. “I have fangs,” she said. Finally.
His eyebrows rose, his cock pushing at her core. “You do. They’re adorable.”
She frowned. Even with her entire body on fire and needing him more than she would have thought possible, fangs were not adorable. “They’re dangerous.” She struck between his neck and shoulder, digging deep. Blood instantly bubbled into her mouth, and she sucked, knowing his taste already. He was spicy, and he was strong. He chuckled, but the sound was pained.
She retracted her fangs. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, quickly licking the wound closed.
“That’s not what hurts.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I’m keeping that bite mark for the rest of my life. No healing cells will touch it.”
Was it possible to feel this happy? She smiled.
“You can play more with those later,” he said. Then he kissed her again, his body slowly penetrating her.
She returned his kiss, running her hands over his entire back. So much strength, so much power. She had seen both in him, but she hadn’t felt him. Not like this. He pushed more, and she winced. He was so big. He kissed her again and then bit her ear. The pain slashed through her, and her body relaxed, more wetness spilling from her.
“You like that.”
Apparently so. She widened her thighs even more. He reached the barrier inside her and paused. Then he kissed her and shoved deep inside her with one hard push.
Pain rippled through her, and she sucked in air. Heat flashed on her palm, adding more pain.
He paused, leaning down to capture the tears sliding from her eyes. She breathed out, slowly forcing her body to relax. As she did so, a low throbbing pulsed through her.
“There we go,” he murmured. Grasping one hip, he gently pulled out and then thrust back in. Electricity arced inside her as if live wires had become tangled.
Her eyes widened. “Do it again.”
“Gladly.” He pulled out and pushed back in, his movements powerful and controlled.
Fire roared through her, and she lifted her knees, pressing against his hips. It was all the encouragement he needed. His grip tightened on her hip, and he started to move slowly and then quicker, faster, harder inside her.
She closed her eyes to feel the incredible fullness of Paxton. She marveled that she could even feel his heartbeat inside her. She tilted her hips, and more ecstasy flowed through her. He started to pound harder and faster, taking them both up. This was new for them both, but they moved together as if they’d done so for years. For centuries. For lifetimes.
She climbed, and pleasure detonated from where they met. She cried out his name, digging her nails into his skin. As the climax tore through her, stealing everything she’d ever be, she slapped her hand over his heart, searching for stability. Murmuring, she came down.
Her palm felt better.
Her eyes widened, and she looked at her palm to see the Kyllwood marking. Huh. “You just became a Kyllwood.”
He looked down at his chest and laughed. “I wondered about that.”
“So did I.” Since she didn’t have any other vampire attributes, or demon ones, either, she hadn’t thought she’d get fangs or the mating mark. Satisfaction filled her at seeing it on his chest, right over his heart. She gulped as she realized he was still hard and pulsing inside her.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding inside her mouth as he began to move again. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed and power.
Pleasure pummeled her. He started pounding, one hand streaking up her torso to grasp her neck, holding her in place. His fang grazed her ear.
She gasped, climbing again fast and hard. He drove her up, and then suddenly she was exploding again, undulating around him. His fangs pierced deep into her neck, and she cried out as the orgasm spiraled out of control edged with such intense pleasure there was a hint of pain. Delicious and decadent. Heat hinted above her breast, and then flash fire burned right through her. She gasped as the orgasm roared back in, continuing on and on until sparks flashed bright behind her eyes.
Finally, he shuddered with his own release, kissing and calming her until her body relaxed. Hope gasped, panting, trying to bring her heart rate down. He removed the brutally hot hand with his marking and then kissed her right where she burned, over her heart.
This was how it was always meant to be. She glanced down at the jagged and dangerous looking P over her heart. It was both deadly looking and beautiful. They’d given each other their hearts. Literally.
Gently, he kissed her, covered her, held her tight. She gulped, trying to focus. He licked along her jaw up to her ear, where he nipped her earlobe. “Mine, Hope. Forever,” he whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Paxton lay on his back with Hope sprawled over him. The scent of orange spice and vanilla beans surrounded him. He’d never, in his entire life, felt this good. For years he’d wanted Hope. Her gift of herself was more than he’d ever deserved. However, he would never let her go now. There was barely room for the two of them on the narrow cot, but he didn’t care. All hell was breaking loose in the world, and right now, all he felt was peace.
Finally.