Ursula's lips parted on a breath, her eyes darkening with l.u.s.t. "How hard?"

"Hard." He pulled back and rammed his c.o.c.k into her, pushing her a few inches closer to the headboard.

She gasped, but didn't try to get away from him. Instead, she slung her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his b.u.t.t, and pulled him closer.

"You can do better than that."

Heat flared inside him when he heard her taunt. "Oh, yeah? Not enough for you?" He pulled himself out of her and flipped her on her stomach. As a result, the silk scarves that tied her to the bed frame crossed and tightened around her wrists. He realized instantly, that this meant she wouldn't be able to untie herself in this position, and even though this had been unintentional, the beast in him liked that thought.

Swiftly, he pulled her onto her knees, her beautiful heart-shaped a.s.s pointing up. Her moist petals glistened invitingly. Without hesitation, he drove into her from behind, holding her hips steady so she would absorb the impact fully and not crash against the headboard.

Ursula moaned into the pillow.

"f.u.c.k! You're even tighter that way."

"And you're bigger," she claimed, panting as she tried to support herself on her elbows.

Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, squeezed him as hard as if she were holding him in her fist. Her warm heat lubricated him and made every thrust a smooth slide into silk, into heaven. His body worked without any conscious thought, his breaths coming in rapid succession, his heart beating like a jackhammer. His c.o.c.k moved back and forth in a rapid rhythm, his hands holding so tightly onto her hips that he knew he would leave marks. But he couldn't stop himself.

Ursula was laid out in front of him, vulnerable and enticing. She gave him the same feeling he experienced when hunting for blood. The same sensation overcame him now: he felt powerful and invincible as he f.u.c.ked her, knowing that she was at his mercy. That he alone determined her fate. Yet at the same time, he knew what he wanted for her was nothing evil: he wanted her pleasure, to lead her into ecstasy. He had power over her body now, the power to make her feel desired. The beast inside him started to withdraw.

Finally, he was able to slow his thrusts and slide in and out of her with gentler motions. He looked down to where his c.o.c.k disappeared in her body, the sight of her pink flesh exciting him. To know that she had enough trust in him to let him put her into this vulnerable position filled his heart with pride. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, and he stroked her beautiful a.s.s.

He slid his hands under the red negligee and moved them along her back, caressing her. Then he touched her chest, filling both his hands with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They weren't big, not as voluptuous as those of other women he'd known, but he didn't mind. They were enough for his hands, and they were firm and young, and her nipples responsive.

The small buds were still hard. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, making her cry out again.

"You're the s.e.xiest woman I've ever made love to."

At his words, she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, doubling the impact. It sent a bolt of lightning into his b.a.l.l.s, adding fuel to the fire that was raging inside him. He wouldn't be able to last much longer if she kept this up. But he couldn't slow himself down either, and on the next thrust, he felt his b.a.l.l.s tightening. The rush of s.e.m.e.n shooting through his c.o.c.k was the last thing he felt before he exploded inside her, his body going into spasms as he experienced the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.m he'd ever had.

As he collapsed on top of her, he realized with horror that Ursula hadn't come with him. He hadn't delivered the pleasure he'd promised. Dismayed, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking into her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because you didn't come."

"I told you, it's difficult for me."

He couldn't accept that as a fact. And he wouldn't rest, until he had rectified this situation. He rid himself of the boxer briefs that hindered his movements, then he pushed her thighs apart once more and settled between them, bringing his still-hard c.o.c.k to her s.e.x.

"But you're done," Ursula protested.

"But you're not." He drove back into her. "And as I see ita"" He glanced at the silk scarves around her wrists. "a"you're still tied up, which means, you're still at my mercy."

She smiled. "So what are you planning now?"

He delivered a gentle thrust with his c.o.c.k. There was one way to heighten her arousal and make it easier for her to climax. "I want you to feel my bite."

Oliver watched as her face turned from excitement to apprehension. Her lips started to trembled.

"Oliver, please . . . "

"Hear me out, Ursula." He gently brushed his finger over her lips. "It won't be a real bite. My fangs will never touch your flesh."

Her forehead worked itself into a frown. "How?"

He'd never tried what he was about to suggest, but he hoped it would work. "I'll use mind control to make you feel the bite without actually biting you. You'll feel all the same sensations, the arousal, the excitement."

She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. "You can do that?"

"You know about mind control."

Ursula nodded. "They used it on me to stop me from . . . "

"From touching yourself. And I can use it now to help you climax." If he could manage. His attempts at mind control had been hit-and-miss up till now. But he wasn't going to burden Ursula with that.

"But why would you do that? You won't feel the bite yourself, will you?"

Oliver let his fingers trail down to her neck, caressing the tender skin where her pulse beat against his touch. "No, I won't feel it, but I'll be seeing it in your eyes, I'll hear it in your moans, and I'll feel it in the way your body moves. And then, when you come, I'll feel it, because your muscles will spasm around my c.o.c.k, squeezing me so tightly that I'll come a second time."

He noticed her chest rise and fall and her eyelids flutter.

"All I want is your pleasure." He reminded her of his c.o.c.k, which was still inside her, by plunging deeper into her. "Do you trust me?"

Her voice was breathless, when she answered after what seemed like an eternity. "Do it."

His heart expanded when he heard her answer. The trust she offered him was the greatest gift he could have ever expected from her. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he gazed into her dark orbs.

"I think I could fall in love with you." Unless it had happened already. He didn't know. What he felt for Ursula was new and so utterly exciting that he felt like he was on a high. As if he'd drunk her drugged blood. But did that mean he was falling in love with her? Or did he simply feel that way because s.e.x with her was spectacular?

"Oliver . . . " A moist sheen spread in her eyes.

He bent down to her, brushing his lips over hers for a feather light kiss. "I wish I could sink my fangs into you and taste you, feel that connection with you that only the bite can provide. But the risk is too great. For both of us." He kissed his way to her neck, sensing her tremble under his lips. "So you'll have to experience this for both of us."

He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. Then he channeled his thoughts, feeling the warmth that collected in his center.

He sent his first thought to her mind. While she wouldn't hear his actual words, her body would feel the sensations he was conveying. Ursula, you feel my lips on your neck.

A corresponding hitch in her breath told him that he'd reached her. He noticed how she shivered.

It's warm and pleasant. My tongue is licking over your skin. You feel the sharp edge of my teeth sc.r.a.ping against your flesh. It excites you.

Ursula's body arched toward him, and he recommenced the slow thrusts of his c.o.c.k inside her warm s.e.x. Her hips moved in synch with him.

"Yes," she whispered.

You feel my mouth opening wider and my fangs piercing your skin. It's like a pin p.r.i.c.k. It doesn't hurt. They sink deeper, lodging in your flesh, just like my c.o.c.k is buried inside you.

She moaned and her lids lowered halfway.

Your body yearns for this. You feel the pull on your vein, and it feels like I'm licking your c.l.i.t. Like I'm sucking your sweet p.u.s.s.y. You want me to take more.

"Oh G.o.d!" she cried out, her eyes searching his. All fear in them had vanished, and all he could see now was desire.

With every pull on your vein, you sense my touch more intensely. You feel me licking you. You feel every inch of my c.o.c.k as I'm driving into you. Your heart beats in synch with mine.

He could hear how her heartbeat adjusted to his, how she allowed him to control her reactions, to guide her in the sensual exploration of her body.

Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are aching. Your nipples are hardening, burning. They can feel the tingling that spreads all over your body, the slow waves that wash over you. Heat engulfs you. The fire inside you is burning ever higher. You need me. You feel my c.o.c.k filling you, my tongue licking your swollen c.l.i.t.

Faster and harder. You feel the pressure build.

Oliver watched in rapt fascination how her body reacted to his suggestions. He'd never seen anything like this: every thought he planted in her mind took root and transformed Ursula into a woman burning with pa.s.sion and desire. Her eyes shone with l.u.s.t, her entire body was glistening with moisture, and her lips released sounds of pleasure he'd never heard from her. Her moans and sighs, her soft cries, they all aroused him, hardening his c.o.c.k again. Even though he'd come only a few short minutes ago, he was ready again. All because Ursula excited him.

You feel my fangs pulling harder. Wanting more. And you want more too. You want to give me everything you have. You open up. You lay yourself bare. And then you feel everything at once. My fangs in your neck, my hands on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my tongue on your c.l.i.t, and my c.o.c.k in your p.u.s.s.y. Then the waves. .h.i.t you like a tsunami. They wash over you.

Ursula's interior muscles clenched around him, squeezing him just as tightly as he'd predicted when she climaxed, an expression of wonder in her eyes.

Oliver let go of his own control and joined her in her moment of bliss, shooting more s.e.m.e.n into her welcoming body until they finally both stilled. He hugged her to him, pressing gentle kisses on her face and neck.

"Oh, my G.o.d," she murmured, still breathless. "I never thought . . . "

He lifted his head and smiled. "I've never experienced anything better." It was the truth.

32.

Ursula enjoyed the way Oliver's arms held her to his body as he lay behind her in the bathtub. The warm water sloshed around them, and she felt more relaxed than she had in a very long time. After they'd made love, he'd apologized for being so rough with her and had insisted that they take a bath together so he could soothe her sore body. It was true, he'd been a little rougher than the first time, when they'd had s.e.x in the van, but he hadn't hurt her.

"How did you become a vampire?"

She turned her head to look at him, and Oliver brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek. His gestures were so tender and gentle that it was hard for her to reconcile them with the fact that he was a vampire.

"I had an accident. I was driving down a winding road with Quinn. We'd just left a party. I saw the car that came toward me too late and swerved. We hit a crane. I was thrown through the windshield."

"You weren't wearing a seatbelt?"

He shook his head. "I'd forgotten to put it on. I don't know whya"I always wore one. Maybe it was meant to be." He forced a grim smile. "I was impaled on the shovel of an excavator."

Ursula pulled in a deep breath. "Oh my G.o.d!" She could only imagine how painful it must have been.

"I don't remember the impact or what followed. I was dying. If Quinn hadn't been there, I wouldn't be here today. He turned me right there and then."

"He saved you." She stroked her hand over his cheek. "Why were you with him in the first place?"

"I worked for Scanguards. I think I might have told you about that before. I was the personal a.s.sistant of the owner, Samson. He took me under his wing, and he trusted me." A pained expression came over his face.

"What's wrong?"

Oliver closed his eyes for a moment. "When I realized that they were going to hide you from me, I was so angry I said terrible things to Samson."

She tipped his chin up. "You have to apologize to him."

"I know. But I can't let him know that I found you. If I do, they'll most likely move you somewhere else. I hate lying to my colleagues, but they don't give me much of a choice."

She faced away from him again and leaned against his chest. "They don't believe that you can control your urges, is that it?"

Oliver combed his hands through her hair. "To them, I'm young and inexperienced. They think they know better." He sighed. "Come, I'll wash your hair."

He pushed her lower in the tub so her hair sank into the water then pulled her up again. As he shampooed it, he continued, "Most of my colleagues have been around for a very long time. They've lived so many lifetimes that I think sometimes they forget what it's like to be young."

As Oliver ma.s.saged her head gently, she sighed contently. "You might be young, but you're very good."

He chuckled. "Good at making love?"

Ursula laughed. "Good at washing my hair."

He huffed in mock-protest. "Wait until I get you underneath me again."

"What if I want to be on top next time?"

"Oh, I'm totally open to that."

"Are you?" she teased, enjoying the lighthearted banter between them.

"Mhm." His hands continued to ma.s.sage her scalp, and he fell silent for a few seconds. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh, Ursula. There's something I wanted to ask you."

Surprised at his hesitant tone, she tensed slightly. "Yes?"

"Remember when you told me that your captors wouldn't allow you any s.e.xual gratification?"

She nodded.

"You said that the reason was that they thought your blood wouldn't be potent anymore."

Ursula's breath hitched. She knew where this conversation was going. And she didn't know whether she dreaded it or welcomed it. "That's what they claimed."

"I was wondering . . . if that meant, the drugging affect of your blood would be gone forever, or just for a period of time, like maybe a few hours or days. Have you ever given it any thought?"