Page 143 of Dhampira

Dark eyes met mine, and his whisper sounded squeezed from his soul. “You were worth waiting for.”

Surging up, I rushed, my fingers clumsy as I tore at his clothes. His patience fled, and he panted as he helped me strip away his jacket. We laughed softly when he got tangled in his trousers and landed on his hip. Then he was on top of me, one lean, muscled thigh nudging my legs wider as he braced himself on his forearms. His hair was a curtain around us, the silky strands catching in the dark stubble on his jaw. If I’d harbored any doubts about his attraction to me, the hard, thick length pressed against my leg put them to rest forever.

Lowering his head to my neck, he dragged a fang along my pulse. “Feel what you do to me,” he rasped against my skin, his hand finding mine and guiding it to his cock. I curled my fingers around his shaft, and he hissed in my ear.

I released him at once. “Did I hurt you?”

His huff of laughter tickled my ear. “Not the way you’re thinking. But maybe it’s a good idea to keep your hand away from my dick. Otherwise, this is going to be over before it starts.”

“All right,” I said, shivering as he pressed hot kisses against the side of my neck. I shivered again when he stroked his fingers down my center.

“Open for me, Corinthe,” he ordered. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

Gods, was he worried it wouldn’t be? My spine arched as I spread my legs wide, giving him access.

He took full advantage, and we moaned together as he pushed a thick finger inside me. My muscles clamped at once, and his cock twitched against my thigh.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m going to embarrass myself.”

A needy moan slipped from me as I arched against him, shamelessly rubbing my pussy against his hand. “No, you’re not. And even if you do, we can do this again.”

Lorcan lifted his head, the boyish delight on his face softening the sharp line of his jaw. “You’re right. We can do this”—he pushed another finger inside me—“whenever we want.”

I panted as my arousal climbed higher. “Over and over. We’ll probably get sick of each other.”

“I don’t know,” he said in a musing tone. “We might have to do it a few hundred thousand times just to make sure.”

Heat spiked. The sound of my arousal was loud and wicked as he worked his fingers deeper inside me. “A few hundred thousand?” I asked, my voice catching.

“At the very least.” He pulled his fingers from my body, leaving a sweet ache behind. Then he moved on top of me and lodged the tip of his cock against my opening. “I’m a thorough man. I like to test things from every angle before I make a decision.”

The dragonstone chain slipped down my hip, the tease of the metal almost as maddening as Lorcan’s cock prodding my heat. Sliding my hands up his taut arms, I curled my fingers over his shoulders. “I like this angle.”

“Me too.” He pushed inside me. Pressure. Heat. A slight burn that quickly melted into pleasure. My spine bowed, and my head went back as the stretch filled me, leaving me with nowhere to go. But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to be here, just here, my body spread beneath the man with fire under his skin.

He shook as he pushed deeper, his entry as controlled as anything else he did. And it must have cost him, because his heart slammed against mine as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” I said, meaning it. I’d never been with a man completely before, but Mama had taught me everything I needed to know, and I was more than ready to take Lorcan without undue pain. “I want more,” I told him. Pulling my legs up, I wrapped my thighs around his waist. “Fuck me, Lorcan. Please.”

He did. Pushing onto his palms, he held my gaze as he thrust inside me, his cock filling me over and over. The dragonstones winked between us. Lorcan’s shoulders flexed, smooth muscles contracting as he stoked our pleasure higher.

“Corinthe,” he rasped, thrusting harder. Deeper. Pushing me into the bed. “Corinthe…” Words seemed to fail him as he plunged his mouth to mine, claiming my lips in a fierce kiss even as he claimed my body. Fucking me faster, he reached between us, his fingers slipping over my flaring lips. He fumbled, his breath hitching as his thrusts grew disjointed.

Grabbing his hand, I guided it to my clit. “Right there.”

Satisfaction glittered in his eyes. “I won’t forget.” He worked a thumb over the tight point of my arousal, his hips thrusting us faster and faster toward an edge. But I wanted to rush over it. I wanted to fall.

“Come for me,” Lorcan ordered, circling my clit. He lowered his head and spoke against my lips. “Take me with you, Corinthe.”

I flew into a million pieces, my strangled cry lost in his mouth as my pussy clamped hard around him. A second later, Lorcan thrust a final time and groaned against my lips. His heat flooded me, and our kiss dissolved as we held each other, shuddering and panting. Catching my breath, I smoothed my hand over his back, my palm following the ridges of his scars.

“Only the fireborn can see them,” he said. I went still, and he lifted his head. “And you.”

“What?” I said, not certain I made any sound. But Lorcan heard me.

Something intense shimmered in his eyes. With his cock still lodged deep inside me, he searched my gaze. “I don’t know how you’ve managed it. You shouldn’t be able to see the scars. But you do.”