There was an intensity in his expression, almost disbelief. With his eyes riveted to hers, she saw that his irises were completely black. She wasn’t frightened of him, though; she never had been, and now she understood. It was the look of longing, the ache of a hungry man. She wanted to be what he was searching for, whether it made sense or not.
He hooked an arm under her thigh and pressed himself a notch deeper. “And this? This is fine?”
“I’d say it’s more than a little fine.”
He made a few tentative thrusts. “This doesn’t hurt? You’re so...damn tight...around me. I’ve never?—”
She dug her nails into the flesh of his backside, rolled her hips. “Dom, I’m not going to break.”
That must’ve been the reaction he wanted because he slid himself outward, almost to the point of breaking their connection, the ridge of his sex rubbing against her ultra-sensitive clit. Her shallow breath zigzagged in her chest a few times before it lodged in her throat and waited for him.
Finally, with the corded muscles of his neck straining, he drove in hard and she cried out in blissful ecstasy. The friction. His thickness. The smell of his skin. Everything.
Over and over he pounded into her until the dark margins of her vision threatened to expand. It was as if her spirit soared inthe updrafts of a wondrous wind, spiraling to the heavens with this man inside her body.
And then, on the verge of another orgasm, when all of her muscles began to convulse, he pushed impossibly deeper in one final powerful surge and the ridge of his tip locked into something at the very heart of her core. Into something she hadn’t known was there.
Her body clamped onto him like a vise and wouldn’t let go. Rearing his head to the night sky, Dom’s roar echoed through her body as if it was centered inside her. The scent of their lovemaking filled every fiber, every cell of her being. She wanted to swallow him up and never let go. In a blinding fury, his thick shaft pulsed, over and over, shooting them both into orbit.
Dom held Mackenzie in his arms, stroking her hair, as she slept in his bed. With every breath she pulled into her lungs, he was lulled by the even rhythm of her chest against his and the sound of the air through her lips.
He was ashamed to admit to himself that before tonight, he had hoped a little fun between the sheets would break him of her, get her out of his system. It had always worked before. A little dinner. A lot of sex. Then goodbye.
His erection stirred again, and he reached down to free it from between his legs. Good God, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her body. They’d made love several times already.
He should leave her alone, let her sleep, but he couldn’t. He slid his hand down the flat plane of her belly and her legs opened for him. Heat spread out to his fingers and toes and a growl of pride rumbled in his chest. He loved that his presence affectedher that way. That her body responded to him with or without her awareness. He slipped a finger inside her silky folds.
He massaged her clit with his thumb and forefinger and felt the hum of her pleasure inside his head. With her eyes still closed, she hooked a leg over his and snuggled in close, moving her hips against him, forcing his fingers deeper. He was lost in her sweet smell again, and in the gentle sway of her naked body.
And then fangs broke through his gums.
His body stiffened in horror. How could he have let his guard down like this? He jerked his hand away from her, twisted the thick leather band on his other wrist, and suppressed a hiss. As the protruding spikes jostled the raw skin again and pain shot outward, the holes in his gums closed and his composure returned.
He ran a cautionary tongue over his teeth as the numbness from the cilice spread up his arm. He must never forget what he was capable of doing.
“Mmm, Dom,” she whispered against his neck. Did she sense his pain or was she protesting the sudden removal of his fingers?
He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled closer. She felt so perfect against him, so natural. Like a missing part had finally found home. He thought about what Lily had said aboutEnlazado por la Sangre.Could any of that really be true? If so, then he’d be able to transfer his energies to her. Should he try? Mackenzie was tired enough that perhaps she wouldn’t even notice anything.
When he sculpted his palm to her cheek and loosened his mind, he felt the familiar electrical flow, but instead of pulling it in, he bore down and pushed it outward.
Suddenly Mackenzie’s back arched and her lids flew open. Her gaze locked onto his. The gold flecks in her green eyes sparkled with such depth he imagined he was looking straightinto her soul. She grabbed his face and pressed a messy kiss to his lips, her mouth hard and demanding against his.
He cupped her other cheek, and she moaned into him. Like the in and out of breathing, their energies mixed, ebbing back and forth between them. She intoxicated not only his body, but his mind and soul, and he had the glorious sensation that he was floating. Somehow, he had the wherewithal to put on another condom.
In one commanding movement, she climbed on top of him and speared herself with his stiff erection. As she rode him, he had the answer to his unspoken question, but he shoved aside the gnawing ache to address another time.
The scent of sex was heavy in the room when he blinked his eyes in the darkness several hours later. With his nose buried in the crook of his arm, he smelled her musky sweetness in his pores but knew instantly that she was gone.
A quick glance at the clock made his gut clench. What was wrong with him? How could he have let so much time go by? A couple of hours, maybe, but he’d blown off a whole night and most of the day making love to Mackenzie. And now she was gone.
No doubt the rest of his team had been on the stakeout like he had ordered. While he was here. With her.
He flung off the sheets and stomped to the bathroom. He was a horny-assed selfish bastard who only cared about getting laid.
Just like he had the night his parents were killed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
