She stared down at him as his mouth moved, unable to hear his words. She needed to drink and taste him. Just a little. A flicker inside her mind of Jake’s laughter, and the kiss they shared at dinner in what seemed a lifetime ago, swam before her.
“I’m sorry, Jake.” She brushed her teeth along his neck.
“No…,” he shouted.
Needing to feed, she dropped him and charged away. She needed Roman, and she needed him now. The speed that carried her back through the trees and thick forest right to Roman’s impressive silver fairy-tale castle, complete with four towers and pointed turrets that edged the corners, didn’t scare her anymore; it exhilarated her. The speed through the trees only added to that. It was like flying. She charged up the long steps that led to the double-wide wooden doors and pushed them open.
The elegant entrance was filled with golden light. Pictures and tapestries hung on either side of her; a staircase forked right and left at the second level. She raced ahead, following Roman’s scent that filled her nostrils.
“Roman—where are you?” She weaved down the dimly corridor, and pushed the door on the right open. Inside, the large room lay in muted candlelight. A tall, dark four-poster mahogany bed with a canopy on top with sheer curtains hid who lay inside, but she knew Roman was there from his scent.
“Come, my love. I’m here.”
She shoved the sheer aside and pressed a knee on the mattress. But the naked vision of Roman stilled her and the overwhelming burning desire to feed and touch him shocked every nerve ending inside her. Roman lay stretched out on his back, and she stared at his broad, rounded shoulders and ripped six-pack chest. He was all lean muscle and virile man. Unable to look away, she inspected his rigid manhood, which stood to attention in his hand as he stroked it. A serious expression was on his dark face.
“Say it, Isabella.”
Isabella knew what he wanted to hear and she crawled closer, licking her lips. She frowned, overwhelmed. A strangled whimper exhaled her mouth and she gripped her throat.
“First, we need to get rid of this.”
Her torn dress vanished and she sat inches from him, naked and staring at the intense man. She had never really had a choice. As much as she always resisted Roman, little by little, the attraction, the intimacy, and desire had grown. She leaned her palm over his cheek and arched into him.
“In the beginning, I believed you tricked me into feeling this out-of-control way, but now, you fill every dark space in my mind, and you’re in my blood. I need you.”
She was giving him everything and yet he lay there unmoved, until he grabbed her wrist and held it tight. “What about Jake?”
It was strange. Jake, with his bright-blue eyes, boyish smile, and the times she had tried to make his kisses work—she knew they never would. Ella was right; it wasn’t his technique—it was because he wasn’t Roman. As soon as the vampire touched her, an electrical spark stirred in her blood and she craved more. That sensation terrified her. It had made her run from him, to search for something else. Staring at the demanding vampire, he still scared her, but she wanted and needed the danger he offered.
“He isn’t you,” she said, her voice sultry and hoarse.
One minute, she prowled over him, and the next, she lay prone on her back, pivoting her hips up to tease his cock as it pressed into her thigh. Roman brushed a kiss along the column of her throat and waves of tingles fluttered low inside.
“Say it, Isabella. I need to hear you say it,” Roman whispered by her ear as he leaned on his arms above her, his dark eyes unblinking and fixed on her. He nibbled the soft skin of her ear and she lifted her head, needing him right now.
“I need you—I’m begging, you bastard. There isn’t anyone else, Roman. It’s always been you.” She twisted away, feeling exposed and vulnerable at her admission. But as she tried to move, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as she lifted her bottom up off the mattress to push him off her.
“I’m going to ring out every orgasm I can until you’re completely undone, and fuck every part of your body so hard you will forget every man before me. You will burn for me, my love.”
His words switched the heat level from simmering to blazing, and she stretched her hand to grip his stiff cock. But as soon as she touched it, his hand wrapped around hers, and he bit her ear.
“For our first time, I need to feel you clamp down tight on my cock while I’m inside you.”
His breath on her neck sent cool shivers down her spine and she rubbed her skin over his, wanting to feel as close as possible to him. When his teeth nipped her earlobe, an electrical charge shot through her to her core, making her wet, and she sank her nails deep into his back. The waves that started increased. She quivered with desperate need. Grinding her hips against his erection, she couldn’t help but press her head back in the pillow as Roman kissed and explored her throat—kissing, licking, teasing—until she shook with tremors.
He held her waist to pull her down to face each other. “Feed, my love. I know you’re hungry.”
He pulled her over until she pressed over his chest, and her lips rested by his neck. Isabella spread her hands over his hard muscles, squeezing the solid bulges, and leaned into his body as his erection nudged her belly. She grazed his throat with the sharp edge of her teeth.
