Essence pulled back, his blood on her mouth. She licked her lips. By all that was holy, that tongue was going to be the death of him, and he’d die a happy man.
He tugged her shirt over her head. Her bra-less breasts caught his attention. He’d changed her out of her hospital clothes once, but that had been purely clinical. This was something else entirely. Essence had the most beautiful, small breasts he’d ever seen. He reached out to touch them and her head fell backward when he did.
Her nipples pebbled. Yes, she wanted him, too. With a moan he couldn’t have held back if he wanted to, he took one of her peaks into his mouth. Her hands went to her neck before travelling down her own body. Watching her from his vantage point was downright amazing.
She clawed at his shirt. The little bit that she had opened didn’t seem to be enough for her. Reluctant to give up her breast, he still wanted her to have what she desired. He tugged the shirt off, flinging it wherever it landed. They were bare chest to chest.
Essence held eye contact with him. “You know I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Could have fooled me.”
He flipped her over on the coach until he was on top of her. Pulling at each other’s clothes until they were completely naked was fun. He actually laughed, which was ridiculous but wonderful at the same time. Sex had never been a laughing matter, not even when he’d been human. But sheer bliss filled him and with that came joy—an emotion he’d not thought to ever know again.
He pressed a finger inside of her, finding her already wet for him. Some things a man didn’t forget how to do, no matter how long between times it was. Even a vampire wanted his woman to come, many times.
Her clit was swollen and he was happy to give it lots of attention. She leaned her head back, each movement of her body telling him when he stroked the right spot. Essence had a rhythm she liked even if she hadn’t known it before that moment. Or maybe she had. He’d figure out her level of self-pleasure another night when he watched her get herself off.
For now, she was his playground. One finger made her moan and two got her shaking. He could become obsessed with this. Her back arched and she came around his fingers.
“Alec, I…ah…”
He kissed her to stop her from talking. There weren’t words for this. His cock was so hard he thought he might explode. Over and over, his tongue danced in her mouth. Her fangs were sharp and he let himself get cut on them because it made him feel slightly on edge to do so. He wanted to be out of control with her.
She reached between them, taking his cock in her hand. Alec saw stars. He reared back. “No, I’ll come if you do that. I want in you.”
With a nod, she scooted back a bit, spreading her legs. “This right?”
He grinned. She was all his. He was going to show her so much pleasure. “Let me take care of you, sweetness.”
Her smile was of female satisfaction. “Sometimes I won’t be sweet.”
He bit her shoulder. “You’ll always be sweet to me.”
Alec pushed inside of her gently. She was tight—amazingly so. For one moment, he lost himself in the warmth of Essence. For a split second, he felt almost human. And then she lifted her hips to meet his. He groaned. This was going to be over incredibly fast.
She bit down on her lip with her fangs, drawing blood. He licked it up fast. “I wanted this. I thought I’d never have it.”
Her words spurred him on. They moved fast and hard. He should have taken time with her, but she didn’t seem to care. Over and over, their bodies danced together. He reached between them finding her clit again. This was her first time. Her body was going to need a little extra stimulation.
She gasped a second before her insides gripped him like a vise. Essence came, hard. It was something to behold—her first orgasm while he was inside of her. He couldn’t hold back. With a roar, he came, his fangs descending until he bit her neck. She’d be healed in minutes, but for a moment, he could see his mark on her.
Essence was his woman. Forever.
*
Dawn rapidly approached. She’d known this would happen. The light would come and she would have to sleep through the daytime. She stared at the bed. The white sheets looked like a coffin, which was ridiculous. She wasn’t dying. She would simply not be able to be awake during the day.
Essence rubbed the back of her neck.
She hated the idea of being dead. That’s really what it would come down to. She would go to sleep and be dead. What if she didn’t wake up with the dawn?
Cinnamon wafted through the room before Alec answered. “Are you planning on sleeping in here?”
“Where else should I?”
He sucked in a breath. “In my room. With me. Of course, it’s fine, whatever you want.”
She held out her hand. Nothing sounded better to her ever. If she went into the great darkness, she wouldn’t go alone. Of course, he had centuries of not dying in his sleep…
Alec took her fingers and laced them with his own. “What are you afraid of? Your carnation scent is off.”