He pulled away and smiled down at her. The first smile she'd seen in days. Instantly the heaviness over her chest was lifted and she could breathe right. She smiled back. He squeezed her bottom in a teasing caress then grabbed her hand and went into the kitchen.

"Feed me, baby. I'm hungry." Like that the tension between them was gone.

Alison laughed and served him her dinner. She sat across from him, not even bothering to hide her eagerness at his reaction. At his first taste he groaned, his eyes closing.

"You need to package your skills and sell them. You'd make a fortune," he said over a bite of broccoli covered in a cream sauce.

Dinner went so much better than expected. They laughed and teased each other, and he complimented each bite he took as if it was ambrosia. After their plates were cleaned and he finished the extra bites left off her plate, she moved to clear the dishes. He stopped her and did the task himself, loading the dishwasher.

Alison poured a glass of champagne that Sarina had added to the grocery list. The tingly bubbles popped over her tongue, tickling her. But the sweet after taste was worth the party in her mouth. Rome turned back around, his eyes darkened with sensual heat. Alison bit her lip and set her glass down, then picked it back up so she had something with which to keep her hands busy.

He had her trapped by his stormy gray gaze. He stalked to her. That was the only way to describe it. His legs ate up the distance between them, and then he was before his, his scent wrapping around her like warm velvet. Hands at her waist lifted her onto the sturdy wood table, rucking the white cloth up.

He fitted himself between her legs and pressed her most intimate heat against him. The hard press of his cock had a flood of wet heat gushing out of her.

"I'll have my dessert now," he said, his voice deeper, huskier as it always was when he was aroused. She loved that she knew that about him, even as his hands cupped her breasts through her dress and plumped the globes until her nipples peaked and hardened.

"I made dessert," she stuttered, even as she clenched her thighs over his hips. He smiled down at her but it was pure sin.

A hot hand touched her knee then pressed up her thigh, the fabric of her dress moved with him until her lace black panties were bare to his gaze.

"The only dessert I'll be having is right in front of me." He licked his lips at the sight of her panties, and her heart kicked into overdrive. She wanted him bad, couldn't wait another moment. His hands ran in long caresses up and down her body. Trailing over her breasts and aching nipples, over her throat, down her thighs, squeezing her hips. The sensations swirled around her until a cool breeze fell over her heated skin. Looking down she realized he'd pulled her dress off. It dangled precariously over her ankle before falling to the floor.

He cupped her breasts again as his mouth came down to feast on one hungry nipple. He growled around her breast and she felt the press of teeth. He squeezed her other globe, the flesh pressing through his spread fingers as his tongue sucked and lapped her hard but like a delicious treat. Her hips jerked towards his, asking silently for what she craved. Her hands cupped his hair, freed it of its tie and blonde locks spilled down his shoulders.

He pulled back from her breast with a feral growl before diving down to her mouth. His tongue slid in and devoured her, pleasured her with thick thrusts that mimicked something she wanted far more.

He pulled back to press hot kisses down her throat, across her collarbone and said, "I've been mad for you for days. I wanted nothing more than to come crawling back into that bed with you." More kisses passing down over the mound of her breast, down her rounded stomach. His words fueled the already waging fire inside her. She unconsciously opened her thighs further, seeking him out.

"Take off your clothes," she whispered, her voice a mere croak.

He pulled back and stripped in a matter of seconds, and then he was back on her, kiss over her belly button, dipping over her skin with his tongue. Then he nuzzled her dark curls and his tongue snaked through to her needy core.

"Rome!" she cried out, her head shooting back, her hands clinging to the locks of loose, beautiful golden hair. He pushed her thighs further apart with a bruising grip. His head bent low and then his tongue found her swollen, hard clitoris and licked it with a speed no human tongue could possibly make. Her hips jacked up against his greedy mouth and noises formed from her throat she'd never made before. She came hard, her body tightening like a bow against his mouth as pleasure shattered through her.

She panted, tried to find her bearings. His lips pressed kisses down each of her thighs, especially where he'd held her open with his hands.

"Rome. I need you now, please," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to stare at the predator between her legs. His eyes were feral, glowing with the lykaen that preened at the surface. To know that her pleasure had pushed him so far sent a thrill shivering through her.

"Not yet," he said and dipped back down to her creamy sex. One heavy arm fell across her hips. She tried to move against it but learned quickly that it was impossible, his strength incredible. Long, flat licks stroked over her pussy stoking the fire still burning within her. Soon she was moaning, her head tossing side to side. He licked her again and again, never applying pressure, never focusing on the part she needed the most.

"God dammit, do something now!" she cried to the ceiling. Only then did he. A long finger pushed inside her with striking easiness as his mouth latched on to her throbbing clit. "There, there, yes!"

His finger didn't fill her nearly like she craved. He seemed to know this and used it to tease her empty channel while his tongue swirled and flicked over her bud.

He tore his head away from her, his eyes wild and said, "Christ woman. Your pussy needs my cock so bad. I can feel you sucking on my finger, aching to be filled."

"Yes, yes!" Her cries went unanswered though as his head fell back to her, and if she thought his tongue was moving fast before, she was wrong. He wiggled his velvety tongue across her clit with remarkable speed, building her up so quickly; she came in a few flicks, his finger still thrusting inside her. She cried out as waves of pleasure shot from her womb to her toes curling the small digits.

He leaned back from her sex, a sheen of sweat covering his brow. "God, how you grip me.” He looked pained as he pulled his finger from her.

Her body was liquid pleasure. Her limbs lose, her core painfully empty and in need. He stood up before her like a towering devil, his cock a heavy, straight mass standing out from his hips. She moaned at the sight of the precum dripping from his cock and licked her lips wishing she could taste him.

"I'm going to feel you come apart again, with my cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy." His voice was feral, so deep the words were no longer human. The hair on her arms stood on end a second before he slid in on one hard thrust.

He moved in her then with all the passion and ferocity of the lykaen inside him. Her butt scooted up on the table with his hammering thrusts. She didn't care. Her pussy wept with hot cream, tightened over him again and again, craving the seed he'd spill into her.

When the table started to move with his hard thrusts, he growled and pulled out of her. She moaned at the loss, but was quickly turned and bent over the table. Hard gripping hands grabbed her hips and then he slammed back in with a dark curse.

He pounded into her tight heat like a wild rutting animal. Only after she came two more times did he let himself go. Her pussy still milking him from her fading orgasm, he gripped her ass cheeks in both hands and couldn't hold it anymore.