My back arches against the textured wallpaper. My entire focus is on his mouth, his tongue, slowly massaging, tasting and teasing me to the very edge. Pressure builds tight, low in my pelvis, then expands, snaking down my legs with every stroke of his tongue.

Another deep kiss, it slides lower, plunging into me.

“Ah, yes!” I cry as he does it once more before returning to my clit. The circles quicken, and my entire lower body explodes in fiery orgasm.

“Oh, Derek! Oh, god!” My hips buck against him. I can’t stop the shuddering in my legs. I’m wailing and shaking and grasping his shoulders as I come.

He strokes me a few more times until I can’t take the sensation anymore, then he gives me a quick kiss, stands, and sweeps me into his arms. I’m in a daze of euphoria as he crosses the small space to his enormous, king-sized bed.

My dress is quickly removed along with my panties, and I push to the center, watching him with hooded eyes as he steps out of his boots while unfastening his belt. Yes, I’m thinking, Oh, yes.

I want him inside me again, stretching me, filling me. His pants are finally off, his navy eyes never leaving mine, but I break away to admire his full erection. So big. Crawling toward him, I grasp his thick shaft, flickering my tongue across the tip before pulling it into my mouth.

“Shit,” he hisses, smoothing my hair off my cheek with a large palm as I suck him.

I lower my head as far as possible, grasping the base and pulling it into my throat. I’m rewarded with a deep groan, and I pull back, looking up at him with a naughty smile. His lips press together in a stern line, and he shakes his head.

“I’m not coming in your mouth.” All at once, he’s got me under my arms, pushing me back on the bed forcefully.

Excitement flashes in my chest. I want him to be rough. I want him to show me his strength. He only pauses a moment to whip his dark shirt over his head before crossing the bed toward me.

“What do you want?” I say in a low voice, rising to meet him in the middle. The white cotton sheets are as soft as silk, and I grip his strong arms in both hands. “You want to fuck me?”

His eyes cloud with desire, and I turn around quickly, leaning my back against his bare chest. I drop my head onto his shoulder and grind my ass against his rock-hard dick.

“Fuck,” he growls, grasping my breasts in his large hands. Scratchy kisses tease the backs of my sensitive shoulders as he glides a large palm down my flat stomach. Two thick fingers plunge deep into my core, and I moan loudly.

“You’re so wet,” he groans.

“Fuck me hard,” I whisper. “Don’t be gentle.”

An animal sound fills my ears, and he lifts me quickly before lowering me firmly onto his lap, onto his cock. His sudden invasion is shocking and erotic, and I cry out from the pleasure tinged with pain. The back of my head is against his shoulder as he lifts and lowers me again, thrusting further into me.

I have to help. I rise on my knees and drop, sending him even deeper. A ragged groan coughs from his throat. “Jesus… So fucking good.”

His forehead is pressed to my back as he grips my hips, slamming me harder up and down his shaft. I feel a trickle of his sweat roll down the line of my back, and it’s as if I go into a trance.

The memory of his taste floods my senses, and it begins. Something more powerful than my will takes over. The hot pressure of my orgasm tightens low in my pelvis, but the drive of hunger burns hotter in my throat.

My jaw drops open, and I let out a long wail as my canines stretch from my gums. “Ahhh!”

It’s like fuel to his fire. He’s pumping harder, faster, and I fumble one hand to the back of his neck. His muscles are rippling and strong. Turning my head, he’s right at my mouth. I lick the sweat from his skin, but it’s not like before. His taste overwhelms me. I must have more.

Feed. The low voice of my demon speaks directly to my soul.

No! A small voice whimpers back.

Derek’s heartbeat is loud in my ears, drowning out everything. The strength of his blood fuels my orgasm. He releases my hip with one hand and touches my clit, circling quickly with his fingers, and all my control is lost.

Another burst of intense pleasure scrambles my brain, and my hips begin circling with his movements. Don’t stop. Oh, god, please don’t stop. My brain repeats the phrase like a mantra as my legs begin to shudder and jerk.

FEED! It’s a direct command I can’t resist. My extended canines burn.

“I’m coming,” Derek grinds out. So much raw hunger is bound up in his words.

“Yes, Derek, yes.”

I arch my back, grazing my razor-sharp teeth lightly across the skin behind his ear, right at the base of his hairline. A little pinprick, and I pierce him. As my teeth sink into him we’re both swept up in a powerful orgasm.

“Fuck!” He shouts, coming deep inside me.

My body goes rigid, as if electrocuted. The onslaught of erotic pleasure blanks my mind. My mouth is attached to his skin as his blood pulses into me. He doesn’t seem to notice I’m drinking him. He groans, and I can feel his cock deep inside me, throbbing.

I swallow, and my eyes squeeze shut. I’m on another plane where sound and sight—nothing exists but this man. He penetrates me; I penetrate him. It’s the most intense experience of my life. Had I known it would be this way, I’d never have been able to resist it last night.

His ragged groans are little after-shocks of pleasure. He’s still coming; I’m still coming as I drink. Until, from somewhere, some other place inside me—a place filled with sadness and loss, a place still clinging to the smallest hope of mortality—a word appears: STOP!

It’s my voice, not the demon’s. I have to stop. I don’t want to kill him. I don’t want to lose him. Pulling out quickly, I swallow the last drops as the haze breaks. As if released from a trance, he pushes us forward into the pillows never once breaking body-contact. His hips rock twice more before we both are able to control our breathing and slowly start to come down.

“Jesus.” His voice is a hoarse whisper at my shoulder as he makes another slow thrust.

I can’t move. I’m floating in space, attempting to manage the legions of emotions spinning and warring in my mind. His blood races through me, a slight burning at first. Curious. The discomfort passes as it mixes with my blood in my veins. It’s in my brain, filling my mind with everything about him.

Derek Alexander. Strong… so strong… so incredibly strong. He’s a soldier. No… a Marine… A commanding officer… There’s something more. Something different. Something… like me? No… it’s not like me, but it’s supernatural. What have you done, my Derek?

I pull my lips between my teeth to capture any last essence of him lingering there. I want more. I want to swallow every drop of his sensual blood. I want more. I want to fuck him all night. I never want him out of my sight. I want him to be a part of me always. Mine.

My eyes are pressed closed as all these messages flood my brain, but I realize he’s above me now. He pulls out slowly, moving to his side. I feel his absence intensely. His large palm smooths my skin from my shoulder, down my torso.

“That was… incredible.” His voice is husky, but I can’t answer yet. I’m still trying to find my feet. “You make me crazy.”

I make him crazy? He has no idea what he does to me. He sends me to another galaxy. Focusing all my strength, I force my teeth to retract. He can’t know what I am.

When he speaks again, I hear a smile in his gentle tone. “Did I break you?”

I have to move. My chin dips, and I push up onto my elbows, hoping to buy time for my mouth to return to normal. I’ll be able to face him in a moment. In the meantime, I allow my long, dark hair to form a glossy curtain between us.