“Don’t be,” he said, and with his hand still around her neck, he guided her back toward his mouth. “Do it again.”
“Mike—”
He crushed his mouth against hers, and when he found her tongue, he tasted his blood on her. His erection throbbed so painfully, he had to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. When Mollie nibbled on his bottom lip again, his heart hammered in anticipation of feeling her small teeth piercing his flesh once more.
Then she gave a sharp tug that spilled more of his blood. Her tongue slid over his skin, licking away the beads of blood as he fumbled with the button on her jeans. He craved her with an intensity bordering on obsession, and if he didn’t possess her soon, he would go mad.
Pulling away from her, he sat back to remove her sneakers, socks, underwear, and jeans. Mollie watched as he traced the curve of her calves and then her thighs with his hands. For the first time, she was glad Aida had convinced her to start going with her to have her legs and bikini line waxed. The pain and annoyance had been worth it as she’d probably be a wooly mammoth by now, but then, she didn’t think Mike would care as his gaze devoured every inch of her. His hands were gentle as he slid her shirt up and tossed it aside before undoing her bra.
Mike groaned when her breasts spilled free and her nipples stood starkly up from her pink areola. All he wanted was to taste every inch of her ivory flesh before sinking his fangs into her.
Mollie watched each of his graceful movements with fascination as he undressed. She’d felt him last night, and seen him in flashes, but those brief glimpses hadn’t done him justice. In the fading light of the day, he was even more magnificent.
Blond hair sprinkled his upper chest and traveled down the line carving through the center of his eight-pack abs. The trail of hair led to the edge of his jeans, and as he tugged them down his hips, Mollie got her first good look at his erection. She gulped as she took in the length of him. Like the man, his cock was more intimidating and enticing in the daylight, and she ached to feel him inside her again.
Mike tossed his jeans aside and focused on Mollie as she lay panting and vulnerable beneath him. He ran his knuckles down her flat stomach, savoring the silken flesh beneath his hand, as touching her helped to appease the demon within him clamoring to claim its mate.
“I’m going with you tomorrow,” she whispered.
Mollie bit back a gasp when his hand stilled on her and his eyes flared like rubies glinting in the sun. The muscles she’d been admiring vibrated with tension as he battled for control. Her words had turned him from a man to a monster in a split second; she didn’t fear him, but she didn’t understand what had happened.
“Michael?”
“You’re human.” The words were so guttural he barely recognized his voice.
“Yes, but you knew that about me.” Her attempt at humor did nothing to ease the stress he emitted.
His gaze fastened on her neck. “You could die.”
Mollie resisted the urge to squirm beneath him when his eyes remained on the marks he’d left on her. The only problem was, she didn’t know if she wanted to get away from him or closer to him, as monster or man, she still wanted him.
“And so could you,” she said.
Then his eyes were on hers again. “You’re mine.”
He snarled the words, but she sensed a softening behind them, or maybe confusion as he bowed his head.
“Mine,” he murmured again.
“Mike?”
His hand slipped between her legs, and her wetness slid enticingly over his fingers. Her hips rose as he stroked her clit before dipping his finger inside her. The look of determined resolve on her face faded as her breath quickened.
Then he withdrew his hand and, gripping her hips, turned her over until she lay on her stomach. He lifted her into a kneeling position and ran his palms over her taut ass before rising to his knees behind her. The heady scent of her arousal intoxicated and unraveled him.
She smells like this for me, and she has to know who is in control.
But even as he thought that, he knew there was no control for him, not anymore. He wanted to dominate her into submission, to make her understand she had to listen to him, but he wanted, even more, to make Mollie his and to shelter her fromeveryhorror in this world, including himself.
Mike gripped his shaft and guided it to her entrance. When he rubbed the head teasingly over her clit, Mollie pushed her hips back toward him, and Mike smiled. He couldn’t control her anywhere else, but he had complete control over her body. The only problem was, she had as much control over him, maybe more, as he couldn’t get enough of her and never would.
When he thrust forward and buried himself inside her, a sense of calm descended over him as her body embraced his. He’d found where he belonged, and he wouldn’t lose her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, he ran the other one up her back. He followed the delicate curve of her spine up to her nape as he pulled back before sinking deep again. He brushed the bite he’d left on her last night before bending over her to run his tongue across the punctures.
Releasing her hip, he clasped one of her breasts as it swayed with his increasingly demanding thrusts. He nipped at her ear before grasping her hair and pulling her head back. His eyes fastened on the pulse in her neck, and bending his head, he felt the beats of her heart as he licked the vein.
Mollie had never experienced anything like this. It wasn’t just that she’d never tried this position, but it was also the closer they grew, the more Mike worked his way into her heart and soul. She’d never been so possessed by a man before that she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
