Page 15 of The Darkness

He lay back and put his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours, honey.”

She kneeled over him, placed the tip of his cock at the hot, slippery entrance to her body, and then sank down onto him.

Darius held her steady with his hands spanning her waist while he shunted up the bed, until he was leaning against the headboard. She was wrapped around him, so hot, so tight that he had to fight for control. His arms slid around her to cup one full buttock in each palm, massaging the globes, widening her stance and pressing her down so he was buried deep inside her. He rocked her gently against him.

“Oh,” she murmured, her eyes widening as her most sensitive point rubbed against him. She placed her palms on his shoulders and started to move on him, lifting herself, then sliding down, and with each stroke he held her closer, his hips rotating in tiny circles against her. Her eyes drifted closed, and he watched the play of emotions crossing her face.

This time, it was a slow, beautiful buildup of pleasure. Shivers rippled through her body as he ground her hips down onto his. He held himself in check, wanting to give her pleasure. Finally, when he was sure he could control the need no longer, her inner muscles contracted around him and tremors shuddered through her body.

She flung back her head and screamed as the pleasure tore through her. He pulled her hard into him again. As she spasmed against him, he let himself go, his own pleasure ripping through his body, and he burrowed his face in the softness of her breasts and filled her with his seed.

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Gina kissed him, tasted the salty tang of sweat gilding his skin, and nuzzled her face into the silky body hair. She could feel the slow, steady thud of his heart beneath her. It soothed her, and she started to doze off.

She shook herself awake, not wanting to waste this time they had together. She realized she knew almost nothing about Darius. After he’d abducted her, they’d had three months together, but during that time they’d lived for the present, too busy making love to talk about their past or their future.

She rested her chin on one hand and looked at him. “Tell me about yourself,” she said.

He stroked a hand through her hair. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” She thought for a minute. “Where were you born? When were you born?”

“I was born in Greece, not far from Athens. Around two thousand years ago.”

She sat up. “You’re that old? That makes you almost as old as Regan!” Gina stared at him for long moments, then opened her mouth to ask how he had become a vampire and closed it again.

She went still, then cocked her head to one side, listening, trying to convince herself she’d imagined the sound, but it came again. The howl of a hound. They had picked up her trail. Her stomach churned, her breath catching in her throat.

Please, not yet.

“What is it?” Darius asked.

He couldn’t hear the hounds, but that didn’t make them less real. It was over.

“I thought we had longer,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

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