“No, my love. Take this.”
His loud voice frightened her and she scurried away, covering her ears with her hands.
“No, Isabella, you will not hide away. You need to feed. I will not baby you any longer. It’s been a week.”
A set of powerful arms reached out for her, and she pounced at the man, shoving at his broad chest. The strength in her hands sent him flying across the room, but no sooner did he crash into the wall than he flew right back, knocking her flat to the bed and growling at her, revealing his sharp canine teeth. As he held her down, a familiar awareness coursed through. Trying to focus on the person holding her captive, she willed her eyes to see clearly, but twisted away from the harsh, blinding light. Blinking, her surroundings tuned in and came into clear focus. The room she didn’t recognize, but the man holding her, she did. Roman. Roman stroked her arm, but she pushed him away to lunge at him and claw his face with her long nails. Blood dripped down his cheeks, but the marks vanished immediately. He hissed and again bared his pointy white fangs, which stopped her dead. It gave him enough time to grab her wrists, which even when she pulled with a superhuman strength that shocked her, once again she was his prisoner. Panting, she sagged against the mattress, accepting she couldn’t free herself—yet.
“You need to drink, and the pain will lessen.”
Isabella heard the pain will lessen, and stared into his dark as night, hypnotic eyes. As he lay over her, she couldn’t help but let her gaze roam over the wide expanse of his naked pale chest covered in a layer of dark hair that didn’t hide the tight muscles of his upper body. Roman tightened his grip, moving her wrists into his one hand as she dug her nails in his skin.
“Shit—stop that, love.”
With his other hand, he cupped her neck and pulled her roughly until her mouth and nose pressed into the skin at his neck. A delicious smell assailed her and she froze. Automatically, she opened her mouth, thirsty. She parted her lips and flicked her tongue over his cool skin, closing her eyes to savor his delicious scent. A wave of uncontrollable wild need rocked her and she threw her head back as pain erupted inside her mouth. Her top canines elongated and she swept her tongue over the sharp points. An unquenchable impulse drove her forward and she sank her teeth into his neck. As blood gushed into her mouth, a ravenous hunger swept over her and she gripped his shoulders with all her force. Roman held her against him and rolled to his side as she smothered him with her form.
“Easy, love. I’m not going anywhere.”
His husky words and gentle stroking down her back calmed her and she slowed her speed. Blood flowed; the most exquisite taste shot to every cell, lighting her with an incredible excitement and wondrous sensation. Cool bursts of energy rippled throughout, dulling the pain and putting out the fire in her veins. An ice-cool rush of adrenaline flowed, and she growled in satisfaction. He released her wrists and as the blood flowed down her throat, she whimpered as she sucked. Isabella drank until a heady, pulsing euphoria snaked its way through her body. She squirmed against him, pressing her breasts into his firm chest, and threw her leg over his, arching her pelvis into his groin and moaning.
“That’s it—take what you need.”
Roman’s hoarse voice deepened a blistering desire and she stroked her hand up his arm, feeling the power in his solid forearms and biceps. He groaned and stroked her skin down over her bottom and moved to her hip. With each stroke of his hand, her core pulsed and throbbed. Roman lifted his hand to caress her breast gently, fondling the soft, rounded flesh and brushing over her sensitive hardened nipple.
“You’re a masterpiece, Isabella.”
Flutters beckoned inside her chest. She released her teeth from his neck and lapped at the blood until it stopped. Lifting her head, she glared up at the dark brooding face that tightened at her examination. His nostrils flared as she ground her hips, nudging his solid erection, unable to stop herself from rubbing against his obvious hardness.
The need for him to touch her everywhere exploded. Staring at her, Roman tweaked her nipple and she hissed in response. But as he simultaneously rubbed her hardened nub and lowered his head to suckle the sensitive bud, she moaned, enjoying the pleasure and pain. She dug her nails into his skin, wanting more. Roman leaned into her and pressed his erection near her sex. A wave of incredible pleasure gripped her. For a moment, she stared into his eyes and then down at their linked bodies. She was naked, but he still wore dark pants. The need for more contact with his skin rose and she tore at his pants.
He wrestled but chuckled at her actions. “You didn’t need to destroy a perfectly good pair of Armani pants, my love.”
Leaning over her, he bit her shoulder. Again, she hissed at him, but her gaze wandered to the fully aroused cock that stood to attention between them. A shiver of expectancy thrummed through her. She wanted to taste and touch him. She arched, pressing her breasts into his chest, and slipped her hand down to grab his manhood. As her hand wove around the wide girth, he placed his hand over hers.
“Gently, my love.”
Roman kissed her neck and a tidal wave of flutters burst to life. Encouraged by his gentle kisses, she stroked the length of his arousal, milking him up and down. She explored the full, rigid, veiny length of him as he shuddered against her. Isabella smoothed her fingers over his tip, massaging
