He nodded. “Yeah. I heard your screams from outside.”
I dragged a hand over my face. “Sorry. I had another damn nightmare.”
“You have them often?”
I looked back up at him, seeing his concern, his need to comfort.Bloody hell.How had I ever thought he was unfeeling? How had I ever thought he was a monster like the bloodsucker we’d left behind? My heart softened and warmed. He was more human than most of the people I’d ever known in my life.
I cleared my throat. “I haven’t had that one for a while.”
“So...it’s a recurring nightmare?”
I exhaled a shuddering breath. “Yeah. A memory I seem to like reliving from time to time.”
“I’m sorry,” he said simply.
I shook my head. “Don’t be. It’s hardly your fault.” I sat up and rubbed a hand over my face. “My upbringing wasn’t exactly stellar.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, not right now.” I smiled up at him, touching the bristles of his jawline and falling a little more for the man who’d taken me from girl to woman. I inwardly sighed, melting under his heated stare. “There’s something else I’d like you to do.”
He covered my hand with his own, leaning into my touch as he asked, “You want to replace that memory with a better one?”
My smile turned wobbly and all too heartfelt. “Yes.”
He gathered me in his arms and I sank against him, soaking up his tenderness like a dry husk did rain. I needed this side of him more than I did the warrior I’d glimpsed beneath his detachment, needed the gentleman who’d take me to the place where new dreams could be made.
I helped him strip off his clothes and we kissed even as we rolled over so that I was on top, his cock pressing along my mound and belly, my breasts flattened against his chest with its soft scrape of manly hairs. I pulled my head back, losing myself in his dark stare.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said thickly.
I shivered with yearning, with a deep emotion I didn’t want to dwell upon, not yet. “You’re not half bad yourself.”
He curled his hands over my shoulders even as our mouths merged again as one, and I dragged my core along the flat of his cock, groaning into his mouth at the friction that wasn’t quite enough. I could all but feel my clitoris swelling against the ripple of veins. But I was desperate for more.
I sat and gyrated along his rock-hard shaft, his taut jaw and glittering eyes revealing the willpower that’d helped him to survive for so long in the vampire’s nest.
I closed my eyes momentarily, blocking out the thought. I needed to lose myself completely in this man. I slid down his body until I was straddling his thighs. I looked up. “I want to taste you.”
He thinned his lips and his nostrils flared. “You don’t have to—”
I took the tip of this cock into my mouth and sucked him to the back of my throat.
“Jesus,” he groaned.
I inwardly smiled. I loved being in control while watching him lose control. Loved the sticky pre-cum on my tongue, the heavy weight of his full-to-bursting ball sac in my hands. I moved my head moved up and down, swirling and flicking my tongue over his ridged shaft and the tip that seeped a little more of his fluid.
The salty-sticky essence tasted divine and I sucked his cock even harder, making his back arch and a throaty growl escape his compressed mouth. I might be new to oral sex, but going by Alexander’s moans, I was doing a fine job. And damn if I wasn’t drenched knowing how much pleasure I was giving him.
His balls tightened under my hand and I released him before I missed out on all the fun. I climbed over him, and he stared at me as though I was a feast for his eyes. I grinned and said huskily, “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like being on top.”
His stare fairly glowed. “I hear practice makes perfect.”
I bent and clasped his shaft before I sank inch by slow inch onto him, my inner muscles wrapping around him like a glove and pushing a growl out of my throat at the pleasure-pain of his sizeable cock.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he groaned, the cords of his neck sticking out and his jaw locking tight.
I waited until my muscles adjusted, and said, “It’s about to get better.”