It was some time later before he forced himself to pull away from her. She stared up at him, her eyes clouded with passion, and her lips tantalizingly swollen from his kisses. He trailed his finger along her full bottom lip as she smiled. He wanted her so bad that it nearly killed him to pull away from her.
He pulled her back down so that her head was nestled securely in his shoulder. "Why did you stop?" she murmured.
She cuddled closer to him, her small fingers rested on his chest. "Because you're not ready yet, are you?"
"No, but you didn't have to stop."
She had absolutely no idea what she did to him. He couldn't take the chance of scaring her if they kept on going, and he knew there was a risk that he would. She was beginning to trust him, and he had already scared her once tonight.
"Yes, I did."
She lifted her head to look questioningly down at him. "Why?"
He chuckled and pushed back her tussled hair. "Because you drive me crazy."
The frown, and the questioning look in her eyes, was enough to let him know that she didn't understand. He took hold of her hand, his eyes fixed upon hers as he lowered it to his crotch. Her eyes widened as his shaft jumped through his jeans beneath her fingers.
Her fingers undid the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. His breath froze as her warm hand slid inside; she pushed aside his underwear as she began to stroke him. His shaft jumped beneath her shy, hesitant touch as he sucked in a deep breath. "Sera you don't have to do this," he managed to choke out.
She smiled enticingly as her hand wrapped around him. He bit back a groan. "I want to," she whispered. "I just don't..." her words trailed off as a blush crept up her face and her long lashes lowered to shadow her eyes.
A jolt of shock rocked through him as he understood what she had been trying to say. To his surprise, and extreme joy, he realized that she was even more innocent than he had thought. He took hold of her hand. Her eyes flew back to his as he began to show her what to do, and how to please him.
He watched with intense rapture the myriad of emotions that played across her face. At first there was a hint of fear, then wonder, and finally amazement. Passion clouded her eyes as she watched him. He eased his hand away and allowed her to touch and explore him on her own as he rolled her back to her side. She watched him as her hand continued to stroke and fondle him. He had to fight against the urge to spill himself as pleasure coursed through his body, but he wanted to wait in order to bring her over with him.
Placing his hand on her thigh, he ran it languidly up to the edge of her skirt and slid beneath. He watched her face for any sign that she wanted him to stop, but there was only awe in her gaze. He pushed her panties down, his gaze focused on her as he slid his hand over her curls.
She bit into her bottom lip as her legs clamped together. "It's all right," he whispered. "If you don't like it, tell me to stop."
Her eyes were tempestuous as her hand upon him stilled and she studied him. Then, her thighs eased apart. Liam felt a moment of pure male satisfaction as he slid his hand lower and began to trace her delicate folds. He experienced another moment of satisfaction when he discovered her already wet with desire. It was good to know that he drove her as crazy as she drove him, and she didn't even know what she was missing yet.
He was about to give her a hint.
He slid his finger inside her, an involuntary shudder ripped through him as he realized how wet and tight she was. She inhaled roughly as he slid out of her, and then back in. Her face transformed from caution, to amazement, then to pleasure in a matter of seconds. Her mouth parted as her hand began to move on him again. He arched into her touch as he continued to make love to her with his hand.
He bent his head and reclaimed her mouth as his hand entwined in her hair. She arched into him, a cry escaping her as he began to move faster within her. He held her as she began to match his urgency, stroking faster, and pushing him toward the brink. He parted her folds and used his thumb to caress her. She cried out, arching against him as her muscles clamped around his finger. He groaned as he finally found his own release.
She collapsed on the bed, her muscles still contracting around him as she sighed contentedly. She had never felt anything so blissful or sweet in her life. "Hold on," Liam whispered.
He rolled out of bed and padded across the room. She heard him searching for something before he returned to her. He took hold of her hand and wiped it with a towel. It was only then that she realized she had his seed on her fingers. A blush began to stain her cheeks as she shyly lifted her eyes to him. His pants hung loosely upon his narrow hips, unbuttoned, and unzipped. He was so broad and strong, and magnificent.
She looked back at his face to find him studying her with a bemused smile. He slid the jeans off, revealing solidly muscled thighs. Sera's blush deepened as he pulled his shirt off to reveal his well-muscled abdomen, and a V of black hair that spread across his chest and belly before tapering off at his underwear. She was still marveling at the amazing differences between his body and hers when he climbed back onto the bed.
"You can't sleep in your clothes," he said.
Moving ever so slowly, he took hold of the bottom of her shirt. He slid it up as she lifted her arms to allow him to slide it over her head. She remained silent as he pushed her skirt down. His hands skimmed over her legs, and caused a shiver of delight to tear through her as he slipped it off. Her blush deepened as his gaze leisurely traveled over her body.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Her gaze flew to his. He smiled at her as he pulled her down and wrapped the blanket around them both. He rubbed her silky back as she nestled into his shoulder. A feeling of utter contentment stole through him as she snuggled closer to him. Her breasts were lush against his chest, and to his amazement, he found himself becoming erect again. He closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth against the lust that was building within him. If he was this obsessed with her now, what would he be like when he did make love to her?
He inhaled sharply as he tried to get himself under control. Suddenly he was assailed with the heady scent of her blood. It was sweet and enticing, utterly tempting. He had forgotten that he hadn't fed earlier. He was acutely reminded of that fact now.
He wouldn't hurt her. He'd burn in Hell before that happened. He closed his eyes as his baser instincts began to subside. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but the words were lodged in his throat. Instead, he held her as she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 6
Sera slipped the black velvet cape around her shoulders and tied it at her throat. It swept along the floor as she moved to Kathleen's closet where her full-length mirror hung. Kathleen was cursing miserably in front of the small mirror on her dresser as she angrily shoved bobby pins into her hair. She was trying to get a long black wig to stay in place for the night, but Sera was certain that she was going to rip her own hair out in the process.
