He chuckled even as he covered her mouth with his own, muffling her words as he carried her through the house.
A faint gasp marked them passing Eve in the hallway, and Cally knew she’d be mortified when she saw her again, but for now she didn’t care. The door slammed shut behind them, and Antoine set her on her feet.
Cally thought he would carry her to the bed, but instead she found herself pinned against the wall by his body. She was grateful for the support, her legs trembling, unsteady.
He spun her to face it, pressing her palms to it as his chest pushed into her back, holding her in place. His lips brushed her ear. “What did I say to you in the gallery?”
It took a moment to recall. “There are no sculptures to watch in here.”
He rudely tugged her dress up to her waist, cupping her ass as his fingers delved between her legs, while a snap of leather marked his belt coming undone. “If you wish to be watched, Eve will be loitering in the hallway outside. Should I invite her in?”
“Don’t you d—”
The tip of him pressed to her, and she gasped at the feel of it rubbing through her wetness. There was barely any warning before he thrust forward, hard and sharp.
He had toyed with her for so long that she was ready for him, but there was still pain mingling with the pleasure. Cally criedout, driven into the wall, and she tilted her hips as best she could to take him in.
It wasn’t like the first time they’d made love. It was primal, savage. Every thrust drove him fully inside her, his hips slapping into her ass, and she was helpless to do anything but endure—the pleasure, the pain, and the submission he forced upon her.
Was that what he wanted? Her submission? Was she nothing more than prey?
“Antoine…” She spoke his name with the intent of objecting, of trying to regain something of herself, but it came out as a breathy whimper, and he ignored her.
He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head until her spine arched, using it as a handle as he took her with a strength that would have left her broken had she been merely human. Her legs quivered and wouldn’t have supported her alone, but the force of his thrusts kept her rising to her toes. She braced herself on the wall, her breath coming in short, high gasps, and lost herself in the moment.
Her dress strained tight over her body, then tore as he ripped it away, falling from her to crumple at their feet, leaving her naked before him. His grip in her hair only tightened as he took her over and over, while his other hand palmed her breast, squeezing and pulling, then tugging her nipple between finger and thumb.
“Oh God…” she moaned, giving in to him, bracing against the wall and pressing back her hips. He somehow managed to go deeper, stretching her with every thrust, a grunt of effort the only sound he made.
His touch fell from her breast to reach between her legs, spreading her wetness over her clit, and she cried out, driven to the peak of her pleasure.
“Yes,” he murmured into her ear, even as he thrust again. “Scream for me. Come for me.”
She came undone around his cock and fingers, his words the last trigger for her release. Her breath wouldn’t come, her body tightened, and she shuddered beneath him.
His lips caressed her neck. “I love the way you clench around me.” Then his fangs pierced her skin, and the sting of his bite melded with her orgasm.
Cally anticipated the rush of his serum, the moment the pleasure increased, driving her to heights she had never known before. But it didn’t come. Instead, she felt him draw her blood, his throat working against her neck, and there was only a sharp pain.
She let loose a shuddering exhale, the ache of his bite mingling with the ache inside her, pleasure subsiding as pain grew, and she whimpered once more, this time in discomfort. “Antoine… please…”
He didn’t heed her, feeding more, his cock remaining hard within. He moaned his enjoyment, one hand falling to her hip, the other closing around her throat, holding her for him. Again he swallowed her blood, and as he did, she felt his seed splash inside her.
She held still for him, enduring, focusing as she could on the surrender, the comfort, the fulfillment—all there, yet it hurt nonetheless. Had he done that to show she was prey? Did it arouse him to hurt her? It would’ve complemented the sweetness of it all if it had been any less, but it was growing too much.
“Stop… please…”
He pulled back, licking over her bite, his grip easing around her neck as he realized something was wrong. “Ma chérie?”
The pain subsided as quickly as it had come, and the tension ebbed away. She leaned back into him with a sigh of relief, able to again focus on him inside her, hard and fulfilling.
“I’m sorry, it was too much.”
“Too much?” The confusion in his voice struck discordantly. “What was too much?”
“The pain. I’m sorry, it hurt more than I wanted.”
His body tensed against her. “What pain?”
