Holding her in his arms, he flipped the comforter and sheet back then settled her in the center of the bed so that he could enter her the way he wanted to, face-to-face, his hips moving into hers.
“I want to watch you come, to kiss you while I bring you again.”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded as she spread her legs for him once more and held out her arms to him.
The gestures were of a woman with experience, a woman who had been married and was welcoming her man. He felt moved though he shouldn’t have been and he recalled once more what Sebastien had said about the chains—and what Alfonse had told him, that something extraordinary was happening between him and the human.
He planted his knees between her thighs. Her hips rocked as he positioned his cock against what was shedding her sweet-tasting fluids.
His jaw trembled at the memory. So many remembered sensations poured over him, of what his tongue had felt like moving deep inside her, how much he loved her folds and secret hidden place, the softness of her bare skin, the sense of her vein rising for him, reaching for him, the feel of his fangs piercing her and releasing her blood, then the blood hitting his tongue.
He groaned at the memory as he pushed inside Lily with his cock a rigid pole, as he rolled his hips and felt the answering undulations of her body, as she pushed her palms up his arms, then dug her fingers into his biceps and moaned.
Her head rocked back and forth.
Pleasure. So much pleasure.
He dipped low and began to kiss her as her head moved. He caught her cheek, her chin. He wanted her to taste what he tasted.
Once seated within her, his cock thrusting steadily now and building, he crashed his mouth down on hers.
She rewarded him with a sudden cry, an arching of her body, and her nails raking down the length of this back. She suckled the tongue that had pleasured her and his balls tightened.
These past twelve hours with Lily were almost worth his year in that hellhole. He couldn’t have planned this kind of all-consuming reward for his struggles.
He drew back just enough to look down at her as he drove into her. He’d never been with a woman like this, repeatedly in the space of several hours, looking at her, into her eyes, wanting to watch her come, to feel her pleasure through the shared chain.
He sped up, and that was something he could give her that a human couldn’t. He had speed and strength. He hit a stride that had her lips parted, her lungs dragging in air. She looked almost panicked, almost in pain, her brow slightly furrowed as he drove her toward another powerful climax. Only this time, he would come with her, giving her all that he had to give as a man, his power enhanced by the sharing of her blood.
“Adrien. So close.” Her voice was barely a breath of air.
He nodded, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the delicate sheen of perspiration on her upper lip, how her eyes were dilated. The fragrance of her sex flowed upward, making him harder.
He thrust heavily into her now, deep rolls of his hips against her, driving her to the cliff’s edge, pushing her hard.
She made a sound between a grunt and a mewl.
As she began to cry out, he felt her tighten, and sensing her low in that way, on the cusp of orgasm, triggered his release. He sped up and came, pleasure ripping through him, along all the sensitive nerves.
He heard her screaming, saw her wide-open mouth. “Look at me,” he shouted.
Her gaze latched onto his and she cried out once more as pleasure flowed up his abdomen, climbing higher and higher, his skin on fire, his chest expanding. He shouted several times but kept pushing into her.
She gripped his arms. You’ll come a second time, won’t you? I can feel it.
He nodded. Yes. God, yes.
He pumped hard now and faster. She writhed beneath him as his balls fired up once more and another shot of pleasure, more intense this time, rushed through his cock. At the same time, he felt her grip him low as she came again, tugging on him, crying out, thrashing beneath him.
Only as she started down from the heights did his body begin to settle over hers. In stages his thrusts slowed, and her hips grew quiet until at last, panting, he lay on top of her, his body rising and falling as she struggled to breathe as well.
One hand of hers slid to the back of his neck and played with his hair, the other became tangled with his left hand, their fingers entwined.
You were so beautiful when you came.
Adrien. What is this between us? I don’t understand.
Pleasure.
Understatement.
Yes. He smiled.
He didn’t want to leave her body. He felt a need to say something more to her, but nothing else came to mind.
Lily lay slack against the comforter, sated. She pulled Adrien’s palm to her mouth. She closed her eyes and kissed his damp skin, then licked. He tasted like heaven, like something she could devour over and over and still want more, a flavor very masculine, yet more, maybe vampire.
He stayed inside her, which suited her right now. She had missed this so much, the closeness, the pounding motion, the weight of a man.
Her husband had been six-two and worked out, but Adrien had so much muscle that his weight felt like the earth covering her and protecting her.
For this split moment in time she felt safe, like everything would be all right, that all would be well. She knew it wouldn’t last, but she breathed it in and savored the taste of him as she continued to lick and kiss his palm.
She sniffed his fingers. “You smell like herbs, like something I’d put in a soup to give it a strong edge. And I’m in heaven.”
He kissed her cheek gently. “Me, too. Thank you for all of this, Lily, especially your blood. You’ve saved my life repeatedly this night, and I owe you.”
She finally shifted her head on the pillow so she could look at him. Tears welled. “I have you bound in chains, Adrien. You can’t be grateful to me or owe me. You’re probably going to die because of this. Kiernan and Daniel won’t let you live once they’ve gotten their hands on the weapon.”
“I’m not going to die. You should know this about me. I have a strong will to live.”
“I know. I can sense it in you.” She caressed his cheek. “I haven’t told you everything.”
“I hope you’ll be able to.”
Her thoughts turned to her family and to Josh, the hope that he truly was still alive. Maybe it was her fatigue or the simple reality of her situation, but the pain of her loss suddenly overwhelmed her.
Tears streamed down her face and with Adrien still buried inside her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, wept, and cried out. The sounds came from so deep inside her they didn’t seem to come from her at all.
Adrien held her fast in return. He let her cry and groan and shout and weep some more.
The only thing he did was occasionally thumb tears away from her cheeks.
“Lily,” he murmured softly now and then. “So much pain.”
His tenderness, so completely unexpected because of her opinion of his kind, kept the tears coming. She wanted to tell him the truth about Josh, but the words wouldn’t come. Kiernan’s orders were clear: No one must know about Josh.
“I miss my family so much.”
He lifted her to a sitting position, held her close, and rocked her in his arms.
“I am ashamed of my kind right now. Your family should still be alive.”
She nodded against him as she continued to weep.
Adrien petted her head, rubbed her neck. So unnecessary, these deaths.