Damali brought her head up to stare into his eyes with a mischievous smirk. "My darkest fantasy is fulfilling yours."
He laughed low and deep and slow. "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow in a challenge. "But I don't have any really dark fantasies... this is all I need."
"Liar," she said again, chuckling from within her throat and planting a wet kiss on his Adam's apple in a way that made him swallow hard. "I bet I know what it is, even if you won't tell me."
She was rocking against him harder now, although she hadn't allowed him entry. Faint sounds from the slick rub of wet skin against skin added to his agony. She had his full attention, his awareness of her engaged. The teasing sensation accompanied with her well-placed nips along his chest made him suck in a hard breath between his teeth.
"This is working just fine," he murmured, tracing her sides and finding both of her breasts to gently cradle.
"But there's always more," she whispered, lowering her mouth to roughly suckle one of his nipples.
"Curiosity killed the cat," he told her, arching, trying to penetrate her without success.
"But satisfaction brought her back." She lifted her head and stared at him hard, her smile strained with anticipation, intensity boring into him from her expression of unmasked desire.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The exchange was telepathic, electric, and he found her neck, kissed it hard, then her shoulder, licking a path down her collarbone. When she moaned, he almost lost it and bit her.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured hot against her breast, before pulling a taut nipple between his lips.
Her inhale was a deep hiss, a sound that traveled through his body, igniting his want for her that never seemed to disappear. Whatever she asked for, he'd give her one last time before dawn. Didn't she already know, por ella seria capaz de cualquier cosa? Yeah, he would do anything for her. "Tell me," he whispered, "and it's done."
"I've already told you," she said in a rasp, moving to allow him to slip inside her, then contracting around him before withdrawing.
"C'mon, baby," he said, feeling his voice tighten with the contraction. "Right now, I'm - "
"Getting too hot to think about it?" She laughed and mounted him with a hard lunge that forced a groan up from deep inside him.
"Yeah... something like that." His lids closed on their own volition, his eyes rolling toward the back of his skull - the sensation was so gloriously sudden.
"Then don't think about it," she whispered, moving away, but then coming back with quick jerky circles before plunging down again.
"Oh shit, woman ..."
"I know, baby," she murmured, her motions becoming more driven, but then backing away so that only the tip of him was within her drenched, slick valley. "But let me see if I've guessed it right. What would a master vampire's deepest fantasy be? A possible throne-level council member, at that?"
"You have no idea... what you're doing to me." That was the pure truth. A scent that had been locked in the deep registers of his mind filtered into his awareness, gradually at first, until it was all-consuming. Every inhale now was riddled with the maddening aphrodisiac that he'd sworn he'd forget - had to - but it moved his body, banished a portion of his control. Master or not, Neteru was entering his system and slaying him. If she kept this up, he'd slip and take her to the vanishing point with him for sure.
Her hard shudder and the rhythmic squeeze of her inner thighs against his hips was practically his undoing. But it was also her boldness when she threw her head back and breathed out, "I know exactly what I'm doing to you."
He wasn't prepared to argue with her, not now. Didn't she know that that was one of the things he loved best about being with her - she was his match, a pure equal, and had had this effect on him before he'd ever been turned? But there were still some places he wasn't prepared to go with her. Not if he wanted to ever retrieve his soul.
But she was messing with his mind, talking all low and sexy, husky and deep, down the side of his throat, and into his ear, saying crazy things like, "C'mon, baby, tell me what you really want... I'll give it to you," knocking at the guarded black box of his senses, prying him open