side of him. That she trusted him, maybe more than she trusted herself. Because the demon called to her, too…
He groaned and jutted his hips against hers, wanting completion.
She reached down, encircling him. His erection was powerful and alive in her hand. With a gentling stroke, she guided him to her center.
He slid in deep, and she gasped at the fullness of him stretching her. Filling her with his heat and strength.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked in a low rumble, like a big cat lay just beneath the surface of his voice.
She stroked across the swell of his chest and rested her hands against the hard nubs of his masculine nipples and softly said, “Never. You would never hurt me.”
He sucked in a rough breath and leaned closer, the sheer size of him demanding. Bracing his hands on either side of her body, he pulled out, dragging a shiver from her at the friction.
She urged him back by wrapping her legs around his hips, and he answered, surging forward again, starting a slow rhythm of fulfillment. He bent his head to suckle at her breasts, the touch of his lips loving. The scrape of fang against sensitive skin reminded her this was dangerous play, and yet she welcomed it. Welcomed him.
She snaked a hand into his hair to hold him close. And rubbed his masculine nipple with the fingers of her other hand, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was bringing her.
He growled again, more loudly. The sound traveled across his body into hers, vibrating in her core. Drawing her ever closer to the edge.
He plunged harder, again and again, driving her high onto the bed with the force of the thrusts. Groaning with pleasure as her muscles tightened around him.
He met her gaze, eyes bright with the vampire’s glow. “I love you,” he said, harsh with emotion. Release shimmered around the edges of her consciousness.
She smiled, leaned in to kiss him, and whispered against his lips, “I love you.”
His kiss this time was one tinged with inner pain, but she kissed it away, wanting to soothe him. Needing to get her fill of him before she either left this world…or became someone, or something, he could no longer love—a fledgling vampire overtaken by the worst of the darkness in her soul.
She drove away that terrifying thought and fell back against the bed to accept his amazing passion. With a few more strokes of his hips, he had her poised on the edge. When he bent and bit the puckered tip of one breast, his kiss tossed her over. She shook as her release pummeled her body, then all over again when his followed.
A low growl warned what would happen next. With a little shake of mingled fear and pleasure, she held him to her as he brought his mouth to the sensitive crook between her neck and shoulder. Those lethal fangs grazed the skin there, giving her a moment to prepare.
She braced herself, holding her breath, and in the instant after, Ryder sank his fangs deep into her neck.
No matter how often they united like this, the shock of it coursed through her body and the passion of his vampire kiss snaked through her, bringing sexual heat like none she’d ever experienced before. It sizzled along her nerve endings, awakening them to every nuance of him.
The soft hairs of his chest brushed the sensitized tips of her breasts. His hard belly pressed into hers, the muscles in his thighs shifting as he moved within her again, his erection renewed by his demon’s bite.
Her desire reawakened along with the vitality he bestowed on her with his kiss.
She cradled him close as he fed, encouraging him with soft cries of pleasure. Waiting breathlessly for the moment he would break away from the keeper’s kiss.
…
Ryder was lost in the wonder of Diana. Lost in the sweetness of her blood against his lips, and her skin, smooth as satin all along his. Reveling in the warmth of her surrounding him, cradling his erection as it surged to life again with the demon’s feeding.
He moved inside her, wanting to feel her passion