"Your mate needs you," she said in a husky voice. She rubbed her nipples against the rough fabric of his robe. Each embroidered thread tantalized her body sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"Please," she whispered.
"Go get on the bed and wait," he said in a dangerous voice.
The edge in his voice sent shivers down her spine. She could tell he was hanging on by a thread. Making her way to the bed she crawled on slowly taking her time. She positioned herself in the middle and spread her legs wide, letting him see how much she wanted him.
His nostrils flared as he stared at her. With deliberate steps he walked slowly up to the bed unbuttoning his robe, one button at a time. When he was done he simply let the robe fall. As he climbed up onto the bed, she saw that his cock was straining towards his belly button and already glistening with pre-cum. She wondered what part of her show had driven him to this state, so she could do it again later.
"I cannot wait to taste you," he said before dipping his head down to lap at her folds. When he flattened his tongue and ran it from the bottom of her slit to her clit she dug her fingers into the covers.
He devoured her as if she were his new favorite dessert. Her mate was driving her mad with his slow method of love making. He was taking his time learning her, and it was going to cost her her sanity.
He didn't just lick. He sucked, nibbled, teased, and bit every inch of her exposed sex. He didn't stop at her clit. Everything was a feast to him. Her folds, her mound, her inner thighs and even her hip bones. He tasted everything, bringing her to the edge then soothing the tender skin only to start all over again.
"Please my love, I can't take it anymore. Please," she begged, tears streaming down her face from the sheer intensity.
"As I have told you, I will always give you what you need." Etain came up on his knees and eased his hips forward, impaling her slowly. Just when she thought he would plunge deep he stopped and lazily tortured her clit. When he filled her completely, he stopped again, lightly touching her hips before dragging his cock out of her. "If I could spend a lifetime watching the tears fall from your eyes as we made love not even an eternity would be long enough to live," he spoke the words in a low voice.
Vivi reached out and pulled him forward until he was holding himself above her. "More," she gasped snapping her own hips until he was moving in and out of her at the pace she wanted.
He leaned down and brushed his nose with hers. "So impatient," he said smiling.
"I need." She looked up giving him a sassy smile. "Think you're up to it?"
He smiled so congenially that she felt a bit disappointed. He had driven her to the brink, and as much as she loved his slow love making, she wanted to move.
When he shifted his weight and quickly grabbed both of her hands she blinked. She inhaled as he pinned them over her head. His expression never changed. He still looked oh, so pleasant. But his entire demeanor changed.
With his honey brown eyes he stared down at her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
She shivered at his civil tone. There was something about his politeness that danced on the line between gentle and primal. She was starting to understand what Dimitri meant when he said that there was a haunting quality to her mate's detached savagery, and right now it was solely focused on her. She felt her fangs slip past her lips and he gave her a primitive grin.
"Make me feel it," she challenged.
He took her at her word and began to pound deep inside her. Using her vampiric speed, she met him thrust for thrust, making demands of her own. What may have started out as gentle love making was now an unrestrained, frenzied search for their pleasure.
She felt him hit her cervix and cried out. The pain melded into ecstasy and she threw her head back. "Gods!"
When he loosened one hand and wedged his face close to her neck, she knew what was coming. She knew, but was still unprepared for the sheer intensity of the orgasm that raced through her. She lost moments of time, all she knew was her mate, inside her in every way he could be.
When he moved back she struck sinking her fangs deep into the roped muscle of his neck. He thrust one last time and shouted his pleasure. His frantic cry reverberated through the room as she drank her fill. Satiated she retracted her fangs and licked the holes closed.
Still inside of her, he collapsed as his arms gave out, causing them both to groan when her body reacted by clenching around him. Tiny shockwaves trembled through her.
Ever so slowly he pulled from her and fell to one side as they both fought for breath. "I don't think we'll ever be able to top that," she panted.
He chuckled and turned his head to look at her. "Mating heat between two paranormals only intensifies with time."
She closed her eyes. "We're going to die from fucking I know it." She giggled. "Hal will come in to get us for lunch because we missed breakfast and our corpses will have fiendish, macabre smiles on them and we'll scar him for life."
He tried to push himself up but fell back to the mattress. "As long as it's Hal, I don't think I mind that scenario."
"You're still mad at him for drinking you under the table aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you mean," his words were muffled as he spoke into the mattress.
A thought struck her, and she sat up. Moving carefully she began to pat the sheets. He turned his head to face her. "What are you doing?"