“Eve?”
Her eyes opened. “Wild.” That was what she needed, the way she felt inside. Too many emotions were splitting her in two. She had to stop the rush of feeling.
She needed . . . him.
Eve pushed him back and stepped out of the shower. He was still dressed, or at least, still wearing pants. She eased to her knees on the plush bathroom rug. She’d make him as wild as she felt. She could do it. She might not have been able to push her other lovers past the point of no control, but she hadn’t wanted them the way she wanted Cain.
She’d never wanted anyone this much.
His zipper eased down and the heavy length of his cock—fully aroused—pushed into her hands. She bent toward him, licking her lips. She’d nearly touched death.
Time to taste life.
She put her mouth on him. His breath hissed out as his hands clamped down on her shoulders. But he wasn’t pushing her away. No, he was urging her closer. Closer was exactly where she wanted to be.
Her lips opened wider. She licked him. Sucked. Tasted. Wanted more.
Her hand curled around the base of his shaft as she pumped him into her mouth. His taste was rich, salty, good. She licked the head of his cock, then took him deeper into her mouth. So deep she could feel him in the back of her throat.
“Enough.”
No, no, it wasn’t. He could still talk. She could still feel. They had to go further. Push more. She licked him. Sucked around his length.
And found herself pulled away. Pulled up into his arms.
“Cain—”
His mouth locked onto hers even as he carried her toward the bed. Then they were falling together. Crashing into the bed.
Her nails raked down his back. Hard. She opened her legs, wanting him to thrust in deep. “Lose control,” was her whisper to him. A desperate order. She couldn’t be the only one feeling this way.
He stilled. Cain stared down at her with the gaze she should fear. Too bright. Too hot. “You don’t want that.”
Yes, she did. It was the thing she needed most.
“Lose control,” she said again.
His hands were on her thighs. Pushing them farther apart. Then his fingers were on her sex. Stroking over her clit, pushing inside her. Deeper.
It wasn’t enough for her.
She grabbed his head. Kissed him with all the passion she felt. He still had his control. Why couldn’t it break?
She was breaking. Shattering on the inside.
Blood.
Her eyes were closed. Her body shaking.
Fire.
“No.” His growl. “Stay with me.” Then his fingers were gone from her body. His c**k pushed against her. Her gaze flew to meet his.
“Stay with me,” he said again and drove into her. In that one moment, as she stared into his eyes, she saw the man’s control rip away.
And only the beast was left.
Eve smiled even as she held onto him as tightly as she could. His thrusts were deep, driving, plunging into her. The rhythm was fast and frantic. He held her hands down against the sheets. Pounded into her again and again and she loved it.
The rush of pleasure built fast. No gentle peak. A tidal wave that flooded over her and took her breath.
It didn’t stop. He didn’t stop. More. More. He rolled her over on the bed. Lifted her onto her knees. Surrounded her with his body and his heat and his power and—
Took.
Deeper. Harder. Her hands fisted in the sheets. She yanked, pulling the sheets toward her even as she arched her hips back against him.
The release hadn’t stopped. The pleasure pounded through her. Again and again and the scent of sex filled the air around her.
He was so big, filling her completely. His mouth was on her shoulder. Licking. Biting. She couldn’t suck in a deep breath. Couldn’t do anything but feel.
The pleasure hit her again, hollowing her out, leaving her shaking and weak.
He came inside her, exploding with a growl as his hold tightened around her. He held her so close. Held her so tight.
Right there, with him, death seemed so far away.
But she knew . . . the monsters were coming for her. Soon, they’d be at the door.
Her scream woke him at dawn. Eve was thrashing in the covers, struggling to escape.
Cain reached for her. “Eve?”
Her eyes opened, and she screamed.
What the hell? He pulled her close.
She was shaking. “V-vampire . . .”
“There aren’t any vampires here, baby.” Just a nightmare. So why was his heart racing so fast? “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
“Blood . . .” She sounded lost. Her eyes were open, but was she seeing him?