The friction made spasms ricochet outward from her belly and she cried, lapping up the erotic, blissful waves. Again, she stared down at his thick shaft and her body quivered as a need to impale herself onto him roared in her mind. She held her position ready, but his hand clutched her wrist and using his strong legs, he twisted her until she lay sprawled on her back. She growled and grabbed at him, wrestling for dominance. I want to fuck. I need to. She hissed and snarled, using all her strength as she maneuvered him over. She straddled his legs, pressing her knees on either side of his hips and stroking her hands all over his chest to explore his hard flesh. Acting on instinct, Isabella rocked into him, rubbing herself over his steel rod.
He growled and bucked. “No, Isabella—not today.”
Roman broke her hold on him and flew off the bed, as she twisted around, ready to launch at him. She hissed. He stood there, now fully dressed in tight jeans and a navy pullover.
“Come, my love. Your thirst will return. Let me show you another way to satisfy your craving. You’re not in full control, Isabella, but you will be soon, and when you are, if you still wish to fuck me, I will be more than happy to comply. But not until you are fully aware of who you’re fucking. Right now, the blood lust runs through your veins, but it will settle, like all your senses will.”
Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, blinking and trying to unscramble her brain. She swallowed an invisible lump and covered her breasts with her hands, brutally aware now of her nakedness. She shot a glance at Roman, who stared at her in such a peculiar way. Is this a dream?
“What’s going on, Roman?”
Her scratchy voice didn’t sound right and her dry throat ached. She grabbed the crumpled sheet off the bed and covered herself even though the vampire had seen every inch of her naked curves. The vamp beckoned to her with his finger and she left the bed to walk to him but stopped.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me. Come—I will explain.”
His sexy drawl created goose bumps down her spine and a lazy stupor washed over her despite her fear. This wasn’t her room. The exquisite gold gilt bed and gunmetal-gray walls weren’t familiar. The enormous room had black velvet chairs next to a large window covered by heavy red brocade drapes, which only revealed a sliver of light. The light hurt her eyes, and she honed her vision back at the vampire, dazed and confused. She didn’t know whether she could trust him or not. Did I fuck Roman? Am I ill? Where the hell am I?
Roman put his hands up and stepped forward, but she backed away.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Of course, I do, you idiot. Why wouldn’t I?”
Roman sighed and held his hand out. “Good. You haven’t been fully awake for days.” He snapped his fingers, and a cool silk slipped over her skin. She stared down her chest. The sheet from the bed rested on the floor, and a ruby red silk sheath covered her.
“Let me show you something. I’m not going to harm you. With your newfound strength, it’s more the other way around.” He rubbed his pale cheek.
Piqued at his choice of words and the power they held, she tread closer, but even the soles of her feet winced as she walked. Every part of her, including her bones, ached, and she covered her ears as the noise of his voice and a million other sounds boomed around her.
“It will improve. Come.”
When she reached his outstretched hand, he drew her into his arms. Wrapped in his muscled arms and surrounded in his scent, a sense of wellbeing settled inside. The sounds muted and instead of aching joints, the coolness that surrounded her renewed her energy and the need for a proper explanation. Roman twisted her around. Standing in front of them was an elaborate six-foot-tall gold rectangular mirror that rested against the wall. She stared, entranced.
“Step in front of the mirror and take a good long look.”
Isabella frowned, unwilling to move, and bit her lip, but he nudged her forward. An involuntary hiss sounded from her mouth. She clutched her throat in sudden desperate need, but she did as instructed and stared in fascination at the elegant woman in the mirror. It was her, but it couldn’t be. She did a complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, checking herself from side to side. Her long, wavy, red hair reached her waist in sleek glossy waves, as if fresh from the salon. Blood-red lips and snow-white flawless skin stared back at her.
Rigid in disbelief, she ran her hands all over her curves, exploring the sexy red silk sleeveless dress that encased her slim frame like a second skin, displaying her ample cleavage as the neckline dipped low. A slit at the side rose to the top of her thigh and she gasped as Roman pressed into her back. He rested his chin on her shoulder and studied her expression in the mirror. Flicking her hair away from her neck, he pressed a light kiss there. At the delicate caress, she tilted her head to allow him more access, wanting more. He brushed his teeth along her throat as he wove his hand down to the slit in her dress to sneak underneath.
Feeling him everywhere lit a fire. As he smoothed his hand over
