Stroking his hands up from her calves to her thighs, he spread her legs apart then lowered his head toward the apex of her thighs.

"You're going toa"?" She stopped herself.

Oliver lifted his eyes to look at her face. "You didn't think I would pa.s.s this up?" Not a chance. "When I said, we're going through all the motions, I meant it. And that includes tasting your sweet p.u.s.s.y."

The moment his mouth connected with her nether lips, Ursula moaned. Oliver licked at the dew that was already covering her plump flesh and let the taste spread over his tongue. His body hardened. f.u.c.k! She tasted amazing. Spreading her as wide as was possible in the confined s.p.a.ce they were in, he licked over her wet folds, nibbled, and explored. And with every soft moan and sigh that came from Ursula, his determination to make her climax rose.

He'd always loved sucking a woman, but the beautiful Asian girl in his arms was even more of a treat. To know that he could give her something she'd longed for for three years spurred him on. Licking higher up, he headed for her c.l.i.t. The small bundle of nerves was already swollen, a sign of her arousal. He gently caressed it with his tongue. Ursula almost lifted off the bench, her body tensing.

"Easy, baby," he appeased her. "I'll be gentle."

Yet that gentleness cost him: inside him, the beast wanted to be unleashed and exert its prowess on her. Holding back his wild side was a struggle he knew he would eventually lose. Still, he was determined to put up a fight. Because satisfying Ursula was more important right now than anything else. It would cement her trust in him; he was sure of it. And he wanted her to trust him.

With renewed determination, he continued to stroke his tongue over her tender organ, slowly putting more and more pressure on it. Ursula's breathing changed, becoming more uneven. Her heartbeat pulsed through her body in a rapid rhythm, the sound amplified by his vampire hearing. Her excitement fueled his own, and he was painfully aware of the hard-on that strained against the zipper of his jeans, which he was still wearing in order not to drive his aching c.o.c.k into her before she had found her release. Once he was naked, there was no telling what he would do.

Like a cat, Ursula twisted underneath him, her moans getting louder, her sighs more p.r.o.nounced. He doubled his efforts, realizing she was close.

"It's not working," she said. "I can't." Frustration and disappointment collided in her voice.

f.u.c.k! He wasn't doing it right.

19.

Ursula squeezed her eyes shut. She was so close, yet farther away from a climax than she'd ever been. Her body wasn't complying, but was still holding on to the tension it had felt the last three years. As if the shackles were still tying her to her bed and her captors' thoughts still invading her mind, preventing her from finding release.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm not doing it right," she heard Oliver say.

She opened her eyes and watched him sit up. He looked distressed.

"It's not your fault. I just can't."

His hand came up, tenderly stroking her cheek. "We'll try something else."

She shook her head. "It's no use. My body doesn't work that way anymore."

Oliver scooted closer and put his arms around her. "Nonsense, baby. You're just a little tense." She sensed him hesitating. "Is it because I'm a vampire? Are you afraid that I'll bite you?"

She met his eyes and noticed how he dreaded her answer. With a shake of her head, she tried to wipe away his concerns, but inside, she knew she carried a tiny speck of worry that he might lose control and bite her after all. She didn't allow it to rise to the surface, not wanting to disappoint him further.

"No, it's not that. It's just . . . the memories of being tied up, of not being able to . . . "

"Shh, I'll make you forget." He pressed a soft kiss on her lips then pulled back and released her from his embrace. "We'll try something else."

Wondering what he had in mind, she watched him shed his pants, boxers and shoes, before sitting back. Her eyes moved past the hairless sculpted chest and went to his ma.s.sive erection. Even in the dim light of the van, it was hard to overlook. It was thick and long. Her womb clenched at the thought of feeling him inside her.

"Straddle me," he demanded and leaned back.

Hesitantly, she followed his command and lifted one leg over his thighs, then braced herself on her knees. Oliver scooted forward to the edge of the seat, allowing his c.o.c.k to point upwards like a tent pole.

"Now I want you to rub yourself against my c.o.c.k." He looked into her eyes. "Don't take me inside you, just slide against me and find your rhythm."

"But you . . . "

"And don't worry about me." He grinned, making him look younger and so unlike a vampire. "I'm going to enjoy this just as much as I hope you will."

When she felt his hands on her hips, she allowed him to guide her into the first movement, lowering herself so her s.e.x slid against his erect shaft. Her wetness coated his c.o.c.k, making her glide smoothly along it.

Oliver's head fell back against the headrest. "f.u.c.k!" he cursed, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his reaction, she repeated the same movement. Up and down she moved, watching his face as he clenched his jaw and the cords in his neck bulged as if he were in pain. But she knew he wasn't in pain. He was trying to hold back. For her. So that she could find release. Would another man be this selfless, or would he simply have s.e.x with her, not caring if she achieved an o.r.g.a.s.m or not?

Ursula felt how her body took on its own unconscious rhythm, how she moved without thinking of it, as if something inside her had taken over the lead. With every stroke, his erection dragged against her sensitive c.l.i.t. Tendrils of pleasure reached for her, vibrations hummed through her body, and flames started dancing on her skin, turning her hot. Her long hair, falling over her back, caressed her naked skin, the touch as delicate as if somebody were teasing her with a feather. And all the while, Oliver moaned out his pleasure, a sound that penetrated the walls of her heart.

"Oh, baby," he murmured, his hands stroking her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his fingers playing with her hardened nipples, only adding to the l.u.s.t that coursed through her body.

Needing more friction, Ursula reached for his hard-on and pressed it firmer against her flesh as she continued to slide against him. A loud moan escaped her lips when she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her.

"Oh, yes . . . that's it . . . that's it," she coached herself.

Oliver's hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her head to him. "G.o.d, you're beautiful."

Then he captured her mouth and seared her lips with a kiss. His tongue speared into her as he tilted his head and sought a deeper connection. Without hesitation she responded to him and allowed her mind to let go of everything. Nothing mattered right now except the man whose lips were fused to hers. His taste was drugging, his body tantalizing. And beneath her palm, his shaft was pulsing, indicating his need to take her.

On the next upward stroke, she sensed a heat wave slam into her out of nowhere. Then her entire body felt like floating. She let herself fall and felt the waves of her o.r.g.a.s.m crash into her. Her heart stopped, and her breath deserted her.

As she rode out the waves that battered her body, Oliver released her lips and smiled at her, his hand combing through her hair. "See," he whispered. "I knew you could do it."

Ursula slung her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Thank you."

His hand slid to her lower back. "I was happy to help."

She felt his c.o.c.k twitch against her tender s.e.x, reminding her that he was still hard.

"Would it be ok . . . " he started and drew his head back to look at her, before his eyes dropped down toward his erection. "I won't need long. I'm close to coming."

"You won't need long?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No, I promise. I know your body is exhausted right now. Thirty seconds tops," he said, his voice almost apologetic.

She had to smile and tipped his chin up with her hand. After all he'd done for her, he wanted to short-change himself? Not if she could help it! "That's a shame, because I'd love to feel you inside me longer than just thirty seconds. But if that's all you can do . . . "

He squared his shoulders, raising himself up from his slouching position. "No! That's not what I meant. I could do it in thirty seconds if you needed me to be quick, but if you don't . . . Baby, I can hold out for as long as you want me to." A devastatingly handsome grin spread over his face. "And maybe this time we can come together?"

"Don't you think that's a little ambitious?"

He drew her head closer to his, bringing his lips within kissing distance, self confidence now rolling off him in spades. "I love a challenge."

Then his lips were on hers, and his hands gripped her hips, urging her to lift up. The thick head of his c.o.c.k probed at her s.e.x, pushing inside her without resistance. When she sank onto him, impaling herself, he released her lips and groaned.

"That's even better than I imagined." His hand on her nape, he stroked his thumb over her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. "This is more than I deserve."

"You saved me."

"Is that why you're sleeping with me?"

She slowly shook her head.

"Good, because I'm not into thank-you or pity s.e.x. I'd rather like to think that you're sleeping with me because you're attracted to me."

She chuckled softly. "How would you know the difference?"

"By your reaction to this," he claimed, and lifted her hips higher, then slammed his c.o.c.k upwards, driving hard into her to the hilt.

A loud moan left her lips, and her head fell back. Her knees felt like jelly and her heart raced. With one thrust, he could do this to her, turn her into a woman who was controlled by l.u.s.t alone.

"See," he continued. "That's the reaction I was looking for."

She looked into his brilliantly blue eyes. "Then you'd better stop talking and start acting."

"As you wish."

His last word hadn't left his lips yet when she found herself flat on her back again, her legs in the air and Oliver above her, his c.o.c.k poised at her s.e.x.

Oliver looked into Ursula's big brown eyes and waited until she found her bearings. He had her where he wanted her: underneath him, so he could take her harder than he would be able to with her straddling him. The knowledge that she was just as keen on this as he doubled his hunger for her. He would have contented himself with a quick thirty-second f.u.c.k if after her o.r.g.a.s.m she had realized that it was all she had wanted, and that he had only been a means to an end. But luckily, she still wanted him, even after she'd climaxed.

His c.o.c.k was still coated with her juices when he thrust back inside her, seating himself to the hilt. The tightness of her interior muscles nearly robbed him of his control, but he didn't allow himself to give into the urge to seek release. This was too sweet a victory to rush it. Her warmth and wetness enveloped him, welcoming him home like a sheath its blade.

Lowering himself over her body, he moved his hips back and forth, moving in and out of her in slow and measured strokes, ignoring the vampire inside him that demanded he go faster and harder. That part of him would win soon enough, but first he wanted his human side to enjoy the tender slide of flesh on flesha"something he hadn't experienced as a human: he'd always used condoms. But now, as a vampire, there was no need for those pesky things anymore. He could neither contract nor transmit diseases. As for an unwanted pregnancy: there was no chance of that either, since vampire males could impregnate only their blood-bonded mates.

Underneath him, Ursula's chest rose in concert with her breaths, and her skin shimmered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her lips were parted, her lids half closed, and the sounds that came from her throat were deep moans and sighs that he gobbled up as if he were starving.

G.o.d, how he loved a responsive woman, and the Asian beauty beneath him was more than just responsive. Her movements mirrored the pa.s.sion he'd seen in her eyes earlier and spoke of the fire that burned inside her. He could see the flames as they tried to reach the surface, and could sense the l.u.s.t that she'd buried inside her for so long. The need that she'd had to suppress. No longer. With every thrust of his c.o.c.k, he teased more of it out of her, demanded that she show him what lay behind those mysterious eyes and was hidden in her heart.

Without any conscious effort on his part, his body moved in synch with hers, adjusting his rhythm to her heartbeat and her breaths. He'd always wondered what it would be like to make love as a vampire. Now he knew: it was more intense. All sensations were amplified, each touch more meaningful, and each kiss more pa.s.sionate. At the same time, his energy was boundless, even though he knew that his control wouldn't last forever.

The thing he'd never thought, however, was that the first time he made love as a vampire would be in the back of a van. But it didn't matter where they were, because all he could look at was Ursula, her flawless face, and her perfect body. Their surroundings melted into the background.

Being inside her and driving them both to ecstasy was all he was interested in. More and more, the vampire inside him pushed aside the selfless lover from earlier and took over the reins. With it, the hunger for blood moved to the forefront again, more urgent this time. His look veered to the vein at her neck. Her heartbeat pounded in his ears, the blood rushing through her veins sounding like a waterfall that cascaded down into a pool of sloshing water.

He ripped his gaze away from the tempting prize and took her lips instead, distracting himself by kissing her and by concentrating on the way she made his c.o.c.k feel as her muscles gripped him with each inward stroke.

Pounding harder and deeper into her, he put all his thoughts into one goal: to find his release with her. It was the only thing that could ward off the need for blood for a little while longer.

Releasing her lips, he searched her eyes. "Baby, I'm coming. I can't . . . "

Before he could even finish his sentence, his b.a.l.l.s tightened, signaling the approach of his climax. A second later, his seed shot through his c.o.c.k, filling her as he continued thrusting into her.

He breathed hard when he finally collapsed onto her, bracing one leg on the floor in order not to crush her with his weight.

"Oh G.o.d," she sighed.

He lifted his head for a moment. "I'm sorry. You didn't come. I'll make it up to you later." After he'd fed. Right now, he couldn't risk it.

"It doesn't matter," she replied and combed her hand through his hair.

"It does." And he would find a way for them to climax together, even if it was the last thing he did. "Later." Right after he'd had his fill of blood. "Let's go home now."

Her eyes looked at him questioningly. "Home?"

"Yes, my home."

"What are you gonna do about the wallet?"

"Don't worry. I'll find the guy."

"Promise me you won't tell your colleagues about my blood. They can't find out," she begged.

How he could keep the information from his colleagues forever, he wasn't sure. Eventually, he would have to tell them what was going ona"particularly if the man whom the wallet belonged to confirmed that Ursula's blood was a drug to vampires.

"Please."

Oliver nodded, unable to disappoint her. "I promise."

20.

The nightclub was packed, and the music was blaring. Cain squeezed through the crowd, making a path for himself just as Zane and Amaury did, all the while scanning the throng of people for vampires.

"I don't see anything wrong," he yelled to get Zane's attention.

His boss turned. "The club has three floors and a few private rooms."

Cain nodded.