Now she had to think, instead of just act—which would have been a lot more convenient.
They both lay on their sides in the center of the bed, facing each other, but they were pressed together so tightly, they might as well be one entity. Her open mouth was already rubbing side to side on Elias’s collarbone and his hand—God, his huge hand—was already skimming down her spine to palm her backside.
Awake.
Of course he’s awake, idiot, he’s a vampire.
They slept only occasionally and in the safest conditions. And safe conditions were the opposite of sharing a bedroom with a vampire slayer.
Like, in theory, okay?
Elias drew Roksana from her thoughts when he kneaded her left buttock roughly, his mouth moving in her hair. “It’s just the two of us here, Roksana, and we both need me inside you.” He used his hold on her bottom to grind her core against his lap and she was powerless to do anything but sling her thigh over his big body, allowing his hips to crowd closer, both of them groaning at the added friction. “Let me inside you.”
An image drifted through her conscious, making her cling to him more fiercely. Elias kneeling in front of the door in the chapel, guarding her from the violent mayhem, his face a mask of sorrow and misery and protectiveness. The memory of it moved her body in ways her mind never would have dared—until now. Until tonight.
She slipped her fingers into his dark hair and brought his mouth down for a kiss wrapped in confusion and gratitude and desperation, refusing to examine any of those emotions too closely but unable to do anything but give. Give to him. All of the turmoil housed inside of her, knowing he would receive it and keep it safe. Keep her safe.
Elias’s mouth greeted the kiss with caution, care, as if he needed to pinpoint the origin point of her passion, but finally he gave a surrendering groan and licked his tongue deeply into her mouth, employing his grip on her butt to drag her higher against his chest, making it easier for them to devour one another. She kissed Elias as if the sun would rise one final time and take him away. That comparison ran too closely to reality and made her whimper brokenly against his mouth. Give to him. Give him everything. Desperate to obey the urges of her body, head and heart, she pushed the powerful vampire onto his back and straddled his hips, never coming up for air, their tongues delving and twisting, lips slanting and taking.
She’d never been more grateful to be naked, because the press of their flesh was glorious, her bare breasts flattened on the thick slab of his pecs, his abs flexing beneath her soft stomach, the smooth drag of skin turning her femininity damp, pliant. Equally powerful and powerless at the same moment, she rubbed against the peaks and ridges of his muscle, her sex easing down on his bulge, hips bucking—
“Roksana,” Elias growled, breaking away—and his fangs descended into view with a vengeance, sharp and white. “You’ve been rubbing those tits against me for hours. I’m too hot for foreplay.”
Being on top made her feel sexy, exultant. Luxuriating in that feeling, she stuck out her lower lip and ground her hips against him in two quick circles. “Aw, can’t you deal with a little more? For me?”
His palms slid up the outsides of her thighs, his right hand delivering a harsh slap to her upturned ass. “You seem to have forgotten I’m a monster who has only claimed his mate once. And she was the perfect little fit,” Elias rasped, amber eyes flashing. “I want her again now.”
“I want you, too,” she breathed, crawling backward down his body, her tongue licking a path over his left nipple, then crossing to the right, nipping it lightly. Worshipping him. Some deeply rooted part of her couldn’t face another moment of living without cherishing this vampire, maybe even apologizing for her false, long-held beliefs about him. “Please, Elias. I have to show you how much.”
Elias’s sudden scrutiny was too dangerous, too exposing, so she focused on circling the ridges of his tattooed stomach with her wet, open mouth, her tongue delving into his belly button, eliciting a back arch and a growl from Elias. Nimbly, her fingers unfastened his jeans, her mouth breathing hot air on the wicked curve of his arousal while lowering the zipper. He sprang out and she caught his thickness with her mouth, his texture and flavor striking her like a mallet to a metal stake.
Mate.
It was useless to deny it. She drew on his shaft hungrily, her hands working in twisting strokes, her every movement ruled by instinct—and his shouted encouragement.
“Suck it. Suck me so fucking hard, baby. Oh God, yes. Oh my God.” His fingers rifled through her hair, his hips pumping upward, his grunts jagged. “You trying to make me come? Huh? You want me to come, keep that up. You’re the only one that can, Roksana. You’re the only one who can suck it out for me. It only wants you, baby, baby, don’t you know that? Fuck, you’ve got me so hard.”