"Are ye certain?"
"Do I look uncertain?" She flung her bra on the floor.
He pounced, pushing her onto her back. "I love a decisive woman."
She smiled. "I love an aggressive man."
He splayed a hand around her rib cage. "I know ye havena known me for verra long."
"But I've waited for you for years."
"For centuries. I think my heart recognized you the verra first night we met. It just took a few more nights for my brain to catch up."
She touched his face. "I was the same way."
He skimmed his hand up to cover her breast. "I want ye to know that I'll be faithful. I love ye dearly. That will never change."
"Oh, Ian." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, too."
He leaned down to kiss her lips. They were soft and moist, and they opened sweetly. He swirled his tongue inside, exploring and tasting. She quivered beneath him, so fragile in her mortality but so strong with passion. She was everything he wasn't. Everything he craved. Life and light. Pure and good.
Her tongue skimmed along his teeth, then swirled bravely around the sharp point of one of his fangs. He groaned. Did she know how badly she was flirting with danger? She pressed her tongue against the point.
With a sharp breath, he broke the kiss. Her skin, her neck, her breasts—they all looked pink and delicious through his red-tinted eyes.
"By all the saints, I want you." He trailed kisses down her throat to her breasts. Her pounding heart echoed in his ears, pounding faster and accelerating the flames of his passion. He scooped a hand behind her back and lifted her rib cage in the air. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against his mouth. With a moan, she flung her arms to the side, as if surrendering her body to his needs.
And he needed her. Every inch of her. He nibbled and suckled on her plump nipples till the tips grew hard in his mouth. He sucked on one and pinched the other one lightly. When he tugged on both, she gasped.
"Oh, please." She grasped his T-shirt and pulled.
He yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw it. Then he unbuckled the belt around her hips and attacked the waistband and zipper of her khaki trousers. "Bloody hell, I never thought I'd be removing a pair of men's pants."
She laughed and tried to help him by lifting her hips in the air. He groaned at the sight. He tugged her pants down to her ankles, but was halted by her athletic shoes. With a quick flick of his wrists, they went flying into the air. Her socks and trousers followed.
"I love yer legs." He grasped an ankle and lifted her bare leg so he could plant kisses along her calf.
"Take off your pants."
"Now?" He tickled the underside of her knee.
Her leg jerked. "Yes. Now."
He lowered her ankle onto his shoulder, then rose to his knees to pull his pajama bottoms down. His erection sprang out.
She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. "Wow."
"I hope ye doona expect me to dance like that guy at the Horny Devils." He tossed his pajamas on the floor.
"What guy?" she murmured, her eyes glued to his crotch.
The more she stared, the more swollen he became. At this rate, he wasn't going to last another minute. He needed to distract her quickly. "Now, where were we?" He kissed her ankle.
"No." She slid her leg off his shoulder and leaned forward. "I want to touch you." She circled her hand around his erection.
"Och, lass. I canna endure this for long."
"Aw, come on." She squeezed gently. "You're a tough guy."
"Aye." He hissed in a breath as she teased the tip with her thumb. He'd already leaked a drop, and she spread the moisture around. "I am tough." He gritted his teeth. "I'm a seasoned warrior."
"A real he-man." She shoved him back onto the bed.
His head was halfway off the end of the bed. He gasped when her mouth enveloped him. He crushed the comforter in his fists. He could handle this. He wasn't a green boy. "I–I grew a few inches over the summer."
She made a sound of appreciation deep in her throat. Her fingers tickled his balls, then squeezed. Her tongue was swirling around him. The room swirled around him. He couldn't believe it. This was different from all the sex he'd had over the centuries. Maybe it was because his equipment was slightly different—bigger and more mature. Or maybe it was because Toni was…Toni. She was making love to him. He never wanted it to stop.
But it was going to stop, and bloody well soon.
"Nay! Toni!"
She looked up at him just as he lost control. With a groan, he spurted on her chest. He retained enough control to turn away from her. Mortified, he ejaculated all over Roman's suede comforter. And the damned stuff kept coming.
"Och, lass. I'm so sorry. I'm no' used to this longer…I dinna control it properly." He lowered his head, too ashamed to look at her.
The sound of giggling broke the silence. He looked warily at her. She was rolling from side to side, laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.
His face heated up. "Och, it is truly every man's desire to be laughed at in bed."
"Ian, you're so cute. Och, mercy! Me cock is too big. It's out of control!" She mimicked his Scottish accent and laughed some more. "You poor baby. It's so sad to be over-endowed. I think I may have to cry."
He glowered at her. "Ye're certainly enjoying this."
"Of course." She sat up, wiping her eyes. "I am so thrilled that I could make you lose control."
"Really?"
"Oh yes! It's like an amazing power trip." She flexed her biceps. "Mere mortal drives hunky, immortal vampire past the brink of his control. I feel like Superwoman!"
"Ye liked it?"
"Oh God, yes." She pressed a hand to her chest, then laughed some more when her fingers landed in cum. She grabbed the edge of the sheet and wiped her hand and chest.
Ian was amazed. He could embarrass himself with Toni, and she still loved him. He was the luckiest man on earth.
"And I have to say that I really appreciate those extra inches." Her gaze dropped to his crotch. "You are magnificent."
"Thank you." He was feeling much better now. "I could easily be persuaded to lose control again, since it makes ye feel so good."
Her mouth twitched. "That's real noble of you."
"I aim to please. In fact, now that I'm no longer in danger of exploding, I can devote more time to pleasing you."
Her eyebrows rose. "That sounds good."
"Aye." He trailed his fingers up her bare leg. "It will be my mission to drive you past the brink of control."
"I love a man with a mission."
He arched a brow. "Off with yer undies, lass."
With a giggle, she lay back. "Aye, aye, medieval warrior." She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly wiggled out of them. "You may have your lusty way with me."
"That I will." He admired the way she moved her hips.
When her undies reached mid-thigh, she couldn't reach any farther with her hands. "Could you be so kind as to offer me some assistance?"
"My pleasure, dear lady." He hooked a finger in her undies and dragged them down her legs.
"Why thank you kindly, sir." Her Southern accent grew more pronounced, and she gave him a sultry look.
He chuckled. He should have known making love to Toni would be like nothing he'd experienced before. She filled his heart with joy. "You are most welcome, fair lady."
He tossed her panties in the air. When they defied gravity, he looked up and spotted them hanging from the light fixture.
Toni reclaimed his attention when she planted one foot to the right and then, with a seductive sway of her hips, she planted the other to the left. She opened her legs. "I do hope you'll enjoy the view."
"Aye, I do." He could see the moisture glistening on her tender folds. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal. "Och, lass, ye are the most beautiful of all fair maidens."