“No!” she gasped, bracing for the pain even as she grasped his hair to push him away from her flesh. But no sting of sharp teeth bit into her breast. He simply licked and sucked at the plump hills until his mouth closed around a stiff nipple in a cold embrace.
A groan she hadn’t known she could produce escaped Thea as shocks of crackling pleasure shot through her. Her hands slipped from his hair and her head fell back on the bed while he sucked her nipple into an aching point.
Nimble fingers slipped between her thighs, ghosting cool touches along her smooth skin until they reached the tuft of hairs hiding her sex. Warin trailed a single digit up between her lower lips, parting her heated flesh and sending shivers of anticipation through her.
“You’re so warm,” he groaned into her heaving breasts, his mouth coming off her nipple with a wet pop. “So full of life.” On that last hissed word, he shoved his questing finger deep, penetrating her slick cunny.
Thea gasped and arched off the bed, Warin’s cool presence inside her setting her every nerve afire. He raised above her, his eyes alight with untamed yearning—for her. His beautiful face was twisted with desire, and those deadly fangs gleaming in the moonlight were a stark contrast to his angelic features. She knew she should fear him, fear his fangs and his desires alike, but every part of her only ached to unite her flesh with his.
When he curved his finger after a special place within, she lost the final shred of worry of what he was to the fire blast of raw pleasure burning through her writhing body.
“Oh! Warin! Yes! More!” Thea gripped him, every instinct within her aching to feel him, but he moved down between her spread legs before she could reach him… and put his mouth to her quivering heat.
The sensation of being kissed there, of feeling the flat length of his fangs press up against her most sensitive flesh before his tongue delved in to part her, stole her breath away. She collapsed flat on the bed with a gasp, only to arch up high the next second when his cool lips closed around the little nub at the top of her cunny.
“Warin!” Her scream echoed through the room, hands flying to his tangled hair once more. Hard, deep, waves of pleasure rolled through her pelvis, so much stronger than anything she could ever find on her own. He was sucking it, she dimly realized, but too hard and too fast for any mortal to replicate, and all the while he rubbed his finger over the maddening spot deep inside her.
Her release came before she could prepare for it, tearing through her body in a molten burst that left her breathless and boneless on the straw-filled mattress.
She wasn’t allowed a respite. The second her muscles released the vampire’s finger, he moved above her quicker than her eyes could follow. When he pressed his cock between her still sopping folds, seeking entry with an impatient thrust of his hips, she cried out and clasped onto his strong shoulders in a feeble attempt at slowing his advances.
Warin growled, his body tense with obvious frustration, and when he finally stilled long enough to stare down at her, she saw his eyes were black like a predator’s.
“Your body is ready, your moans say you are too… Why are you stopping me?” he demanded. The pressure against her opening didn’t ease, but he wasn’t forcing himself farther in, either.
“Go slow,” she said, fighting back a smile at the frustration in his entire demeanor. It was pretty clear he’d never taken much care with his lovers before—but was trying his best with her, despite how desperate he was to be inside her. “If you go too fast, you’ll hurt me.”
He exhaled with a worried frown. Slowly, he eased down on one elbow. With his other hand he smoothed down the length of her thigh in a caress so gentle he may as well have touched her with a feather. Hungry eyes roamed over her skin, but he kept his touches soft and cautious.
“Touch me there again,” she whispered, letting her own hand slide between their bodies to the nub of nerves he had made feel so good with his mouth.
Warin obeyed, brushing the back of his hand against her palm as he found her pleasure center with his thumb. The shock of bliss was immediate, and only intensified as he rubbed circles across the small pearl.
Thea groaned and tilted her hips up for more, inviting his thick cock inside as she did.
Careful this time, and without easing up on her clit, Warin put more pressure behind his hips. The delicious ache crested and was followed by an intense fullness that had Thea groaning and arching against him as he slid all the way inside. She may have lain with men before, but none had filled her so completely it bordered on pain.
Warin hissed above her, his fingers ripping deep grooves in the mattress as he clenched his hands in an obvious attempt at staying in control. But Thea no longer cared about the dull ache between her thighs as her insides spasmed fitfully around his intrusion. His cool flesh eased the pain of being opened wide to a delicious throb, and all she wanted in that moment was—
“More! Warin… give me more!” She wrapped her arms around his tense shoulders and pulled his body closer to hers. When he moved to follow her, rolling his hips with pained gentleness, ecstasy exploded in her blood. “Yes!” She raked her nails over his shoulders and wrapped her legs around the small of his back, needing him inside her more than she needed the air in her lungs.
A deep rumble tore from the vampire’s chest, his eyes flaming at the sting of her nails, but despite the darkness she could see fighting to take control in his heated gaze, he kept the pace slow. Full, deep, rhythmic thrusts of his hips against hers drove her higher and higher, suspending her in an ocean of pleasure somewhere beyond reality.
And behind the sweet ecstasy of their physical union, there was something else. Something more. She felt his touch every time he bottomed out deep within her sheath, not simply in her body but also her soul. It was as if the core of her very being tried to reach out and embrace the monster between her thighs as tightly as her sex wrapped around his girth.
Soulmates, the witch had called them. Was that why being with him made her feel she was finally home? Finally whole?
Thea stared up at the vampire as he moved within her, eyes locked on hers and the deadly length of his fangs bared with the restraint he was exercising to keep their lovemaking gentle. Those fangs were the visceral proof of his inhumanity—of the monster she’d seen when they first met. But now… when she felt him so intimately, on every plane, as pleasure rushed through her veins… they were no longer a threat. They, and the hunger for blood she knew came with them, were what made him what he was—who he was. If he had been a man, they would never have found each other. He wouldn’t have come to her village, wouldn’t have sought her out.
In the final throes of passion, when her sex clenched around his cock and her release ripped through her body and mind, Thea knew she would have sacrificed her village a thousand times if it meant she would be with her soulmate in the end.