“Only if I wanted you to. Like the nightclub, I have the ability to cloak myself. I can teach you. Later. Do not think on any of that now. Just let me watch you pleasure yourself. Do it for me, love.”
Diamonique licked her lips and in a flash, she was nude.
****
Jesus, she was beautiful. Lush and sexy. His beautiful, rare diamond. Enthralled, Cain stood motionless as Diamonique’s left hand went to her breasts, the other to her sweet center. She arched her back and closed her eyes, fondling herself for his viewing pleasure. Two fingers dipped between her swollen labia, then back out. Cain could see her juices—smell her intoxicating scent. As she plucked at her puckered nipple, arching off the bed, Cain went wild.
He flew to her, moved over her aroused body and pinned her beneath him. Using his knee, Cain pushed her legs wide and settled himself between. By sheer force of will, he kept himself from sinking into the cradle of her warmth. He wanted this to last. He never wanted it to end. Cain needed this moment etched into his memory forever.
Grasping her wrists in one hand, Cain raised them above her head. She was stretched out under him like an offering. He allowed his other hand free rein. He drifted his palm down her curves, to cup her soft mound, then stroked her wet folds open and sank one finger deep. Diamonique moaned and thrashed about, her breasts swayed back and forth in her struggle for completion. It was the ultimate temptation. He dipped his head and took one round breast into his mouth, sucking as much of the sensitive orb in as he finger-fucked her.
“Cain, please!”
Her pleading command was music to his ears. He moved to her other sweetly rounded flesh and lavished it with the same amount of attention. Diamonique lifted up, smashing her breasts into his hungry mouth. He felt his incisors lengthen. Unable to stop, Cain bit down, piercing her flesh. She screamed his name and came apart in his arms. Her blood rushed into his mouth and he drank, starved for her unique flavor. The clutch of her tight heat as her juices soaked his finger, drove his body into a frenzy of lust.
Once her tremors subsided, Cain pulled his finger free, sucked it clean, and then licked the pinpricks on her breast. He pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth and lifted his head.
“You give me something I’ve never had from any other woman, love,” Cain confessed.
Her eyelids lifted, her voice raw when she asked, “What’s that, Cain?”
“You give me the sun.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“When I’m with you, I feel warm again. My soul is brought back to life.”
“Cain.”
Fear resurfaced in her eyes and he hated it—-hated himself for putting it there. Cain leaned down and kissed it away, then let go of her hands and sat back long enough to flip her onto her stomach. As he came back down atop her, caging her in with his arms at either side of her head, he drove his throbbing shaft into her with one quick thrust and they both moaned.
“Christ, you feel good,” he whispered into her ear. “So wet and tight and all mine.” The possessive words tumbled out of him, and he was pleased when he felt Diamonique gasp and nod her head in agreement.
He held her still as he pumped into her from behind. He felt his own orgasm building, but he wasn’t finished with her. Maybe he would never be. He moved his hand beneath her hips and seized her clit between his index finger and thumb. Cain rolled the swollen nub, pinching and caressing, then sank even deeper into her tight sheath. When Diamonique’s pleasure crested once again, he moved his hips faster, harder, until he was buried so deep he never wanted to leave the safe haven of her body. This time, when she soared over the edge, Diamond took him with her.
Chapter Five
Cain awoke, alert and ready. Out of habit, he scanned his surroundings. A familiar scent permeated the air around Diamonique’s building.
“Rafael,” he hissed.
Cain nudged Diamonique awake and knew the instant she was aware of him. Her entire body stiffened.
“Wake up, my love. We have company.”
Diamonique shot to her feet, then looked down at her nude body. Before Cain had a chance to appreciate her lush beauty, she was covered in a pair of tight black pants, a turtleneck, and boots. He stifled the urge to toss her back onto the mattress and instead followed suit. He moved around the bed and held out his hand, “Come on, we don’t have much time.”
She looked at his outstretched palm, then back into his eyes. “Where are we going?”
“Not far. I only want to get a jump on them.”
“I thought you wanted to whisk me away to your big mansion in the woods.”
“I do, but I’ve come to the conclusion that if we run, they’ll only follow. I want this finished once and for all.”
She nodded. “Me too.” When she took his hand, his heart clenched. Cain wanted to see it as a sign of trust, maybe even love, but he was a realist and refused to wish for things that might never come.
He kept her at his back as he left the bedroom, his senses open to danger at all times. To Rafael.