Abruptly he withdrew and turned her, rolling her under him, yanking her legs apart and pushing them over his shoulders. His tongue took one long swipe that sent hard aftershocks rippling through her. Then he was over top of her, his body blanketing hers, and he thrust into her brutally again, nearly triggering another orgasm.
Andre slowed the pace, although each thrust was hard and deep, sending waves of pleasure through her. He leaned over her, his dark hair brushing her skin sensuously. It felt so amazing, especially when the strands trailed over her sensitive breasts. His mouth found hers and he kissed her. His mouth on hers added to the fire in her sex and streaking through her body.
His mouth trailed kisses down her chin, her throat and over the swell of her breast. Her heart nearly stopped. His hips kept moving, jolting her body when he surged deep, but she could barely breathe when she felt his tongue on her breast. For one moment he lapped at her nipple and tugged with his teeth and she nearly lost all control, but his mouth moved back to the swell of her breast, tongue swirling and teeth nipping. This time she felt the sharp edge of his incisors.
Her feminine sheath clamped down hard around him. His teeth sank deep and she cried out, her head tossing, both hands anchoring in his hair as he drank from her. He was in her mind, filling her with him. Every part of her mind, every lonely place she thought no one would ever see or know. He was deep in her body, stretching, burning, bringing that fire to her and her blood mingled with his. Soaked into his cells. They shared the same skin. It was . . . beautiful. Perfect. Erotic.
There was no stopping her body from milking his. She didn’t try. She lifted her hips to meet his, wanting him deep—so deep anyone would have to pry them apart. She pushed against his mouth, urging him on, while her fingers stroked caresses in his hair. He was hers. All hers. Every inch of him. Every single gorgeous Carpathian inch of him.
Baby, I can’t hold back, she whispered into his mind. It’s too lovely. Too perfect.
Give yourself to me and take me with you. He filled her mind with his consent, with his command, his voice a silken velvet rasp that always undid her.
Teagan let the fire consume her. Her body clamped down hard around his, grasping, making demands of its own, refusing to burn alone. She felt his cock swell, a seemingly impossible feat, but it did, she knew it did. Then there were the hot splashes that added to the beauty of the moment.
He swept his tongue over the swell of her breast and threw back his head, groaning her name before dropping his head against her neck. Her body didn’t want to stop. She had no idea an orgasm could last as long as this one did. All the while he stayed hard, feeling her body strangling his, feeling the pleasure sweeping through both of them.
“I love you, Andre,” she whispered softly. “I want to give you everything you want, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how to be anyone but who I am.”
He knew what she was talking about instantly. She felt him moving through her mind. Felt his soft caresses. That was beautiful, too. She couldn’t stand by and watch her man fighting a vampire and not help if he was in trouble. She just couldn’t. She wanted to give him what he needed, and she knew that reassurance was a need of his. He wasn’t being arrogant or bossy, he needed to know she was safe from vampires.
He rolled, taking her with him, so that she was sprawled over top of them. They were still locked together. She felt full. Stretched. Part of him. She let him push her head down to his chest, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck.
“I have given this some thought and I think I have worked out a solution to our problem. One that allows you to be you and still gives me peace of mind.”
“Really?” She loved that he’d thought about their problem. Loved that he wasn’t trying to dictate to her, but genuinely wanted to find something that would work for both of them, not just him. Since her head was on his chest, she pressed little kisses over the heavy muscles. “Thank you, Andre.”
His hand slid back into her hair. “Csitri, do not thank me until you’ve heard what I have to say. You may not agree.”
“I’m thanking you because you cared enough to give the problem some thought instead of dictating to me.” She lifted her head to look at him, her gaze drifting over his face. She loved his face. Every expression. Every line. The strong line of his jaw and the darker shadow that she found so attractive.
“I want a partner, not a slave, Teagan. I was never hoping for a ‘yes’ woman.”
She laughed softly. “That’s a good thing, honey, because there isn’t anything remotely ‘yes’ about me.”
She leaned down and brushed kisses over his lips. Back and forth. Light. Gently. Tasting him. Her stomach fluttered. “Tell me about your solution.”
“I thought a lot about what you said, how you would need to come to my aid if you thought I was in trouble.”
She nodded and nibbled on his chin just because it looked so delicious. “I want to contribute in some meaningful way. What you do is important and you’ve been doing it for so long, I doubt you’ll just stop.”
“I would not know how to stop. I have too much experience, Teagan. I promised you I would move to the States and that we would live near your grandmother and we will. Tomas, Matais and Lojos are already there. I told them I would follow when I could and now I have even more reason to join them in the States.”
“There are many Carpathians like you in the United States?”
“We have many reasons to change locations, but vampires have spread out and that means hunters have to follow. They try to find places where there are no hunters and they are free to kill. For your grandmother to have joined the human society of vampire hunters there had to be some major event that precipitated her believing in vampires.”