Whatever he was trying to do, he did care about her.

“What do you want?” he asked.

Love forever. But she could not say that yet. “If you are never going to see me again after this night, I want to make love to you one more time.”

“Indeed. Why, when you are free to find love?”

Her old doubts crept in for a moment. Perhaps there was no love here to find. She didn’t believe that, she believed in herself. Running her tongue in a sensuous circle, Ophelia licked her lips and cocked her head, hoping she was giving him a coy look of wanton promise. “I want you.”

“Love, it is probably better if we don’t make this harder. You can live a mortal’s life. You can fall in love with a good man.”

“But Raven, I cannot ask a good man to tie me up.”

Wood left the door frame with a splintering crack. The knob made a groaning sound as it crushed into a deformed mess.

He pulled open the door. “Come in.”


The moment he closed the door behind her and slid the bolts home to secure them, Ophelia grasped the waistband of his trousers and fiddled with the first button.

Raven grasped her delicate, swift-moving hands to stop her, but cool and composed, she said, “I assume you don’t want to waste precious time in conversation.”

“You will do what I say.”

“No. We are equals now. There is a balance of power between us.”

“We are not equals and can never be, because I am a vampire. I’m dangerous. You should go home to your brother. That is where you belong. At your home, not mine.”

Ophelia got two buttons of his trouser placket open and reached her hand inside.

Raven growled as desire streaked through him. Damn it, why did the woman refuse to listen to logic?

God, the feel of her warm, soft skin sliding over his stomach. The heaven of having her warm, soft palm wrapping around his cock . . .

Gripping his shaft firmly, she put her other hand on his chest and stood on tiptoe. Her hand tugged his cock upward. “Let me kiss you and taste you and suck you,” she whispered by his ear, her voice rich and husky.

Her breath was a soft, exotic breeze tickling his skin. Like the caressing heat of India and Ceylon. For moments, her touch pushed away memories of battle and of what he’d done as a vampire, as he imagined her in India, dressed in silk that was damp with her sweat.

“Houri,” he murmured. “You are an exotic temptress, and you should go home now.”

“I’ve barely begun.”

She stuck out her tongue and licked his neck. A long, slow swipe of heat and sensation. He was a vampire, strong, powerful, and he felt his knees almost buckle as his blood surged down, taking his strength with it. His cock swelled against her constricting hand.

Her eyes went innocently wide, sparkling blue. “It pulses. It’s grown so huge.”

She released his prick. It was what he wanted, but he felt himself groan and start to mutter, “No—” He stopped himself.

Ophelia lifted her palm to her face and took a deep breath. “I love the scent of you,” she whispered. “It smells like . . . like how naughty should smell.”

She crippled him with her sweet, erotic nature.

Her tongue wantonly licked her palm. “Mmm, rich, sour, and so . . . delicious. I love tasting you like this.”

Shivers ran down his back as he watched her. Knowing he was the man who had taken her from naïve innocent to this sultry siren.

“I want to taste you completely. I don’t know why. I’m just driven to do it.”

Her hands deftly pushed aside the falls of his trousers and his cock pushed heavily forward.

“You’re wet,” she observed. “I can kiss it, can’t I?”

Her words rocked the earth beneath his feet. But he could not indulge himself. It was a mad, delirious fantasy, but this one he could not have. “Ladies don’t—”

“What you mean to say is ‘of course, you can’,” she said firmly, puckering up. Her pink lips made a lush pillow. She brushed their satiny softness over the sensitive head of his cock.

It was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. He rocked back on his heels. But she gripped his shaft again to keep him in place.

She wasn’t shy and demure anymore, but she was every inch an adorable woman. A sexual, beautiful woman. He had to let her go.

But he couldn’t resist experiencing this.

She pressed a soft kiss to the taut, swollen, aching head. It was like having his every nerve ending struck by lightning. So good. What man didn’t love the sensation of a woman’s sucking mouth on his cock? He didn’t think there was a man alive—or undead—who didn’t. But to have an angel like Ophelia offer it . . .

God.

She parted her lips, stopped kissing him, and let the head slide inside her mouth. His leg muscles went rock hard, his ass tightened, and his ballocks pulled up so abruptly at the jolt of pleasure they almost slapped him.

Her gold hair was pinned up, making her look so demure and ladylike as she slowly took more of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue stroked against him, her lips slid along him. He wanted to cry out. If he grabbed anything, he would crush it.

She sucked, teasing his wildly aroused cock with a light tug. The flat of his hand slammed against the foyer wall. Slowly, she got on her knees in front of him, in that erotic pose where the woman looked to be submissive but was really in charge.

Her tongue ran sumptuously around his cock, wrapping the head in its lush embrace. She sucked lightly at the head, then hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she gave more pressure and took him deep.

He worried for her, putting out his hand so she didn’t try to take too much. He gripped the shaft to stop her. Her lips slid wetly over his fingers. He almost came on the spot.

Then she gazed up at him, beneath tumbled gold curls, and it was a shot of sheer ecstasy to look at her.

Her hands explored, finding the thick hilt of his prick, then lightly fondling his balls. She found a rhythm, giving long strokes. In and out of her mouth in a heaven-sent rhythm. Blood flooded to his cock, making it pulse. It was so rigid it felt like it would burst, like it could expand no more but still kept trying.

He was weak with pleasure, hers to command. Anything she asked for, he would promise, just as long as she kept sucking him.

His balls tightened with every slurping sound, his cock lurched in her mouth. Pleasure roared through his head. He couldn’t think anymore.

He wanted it for eternity, being sucked, being pleasured. She still had power—the power to enslave him to her for eternity, just by taking his aching cock in her beautiful mouth.

Her hands gently squeezed his ballocks, and he cried out, on the brink of losing control. He could barely hear the words he said, “Felie. Angel. God, yes, squeeze me. Suck me deep.”

He shouldn’t have been so coarse to her. But he was too weak with pleasure to think. Damn, he couldn’t let himself come yet. He didn’t want this to end. He was in command here. He had to be in command—

She sucked him hard, and her hand slid along the sensitive bridge between his balls and his arse and he heard a cracking sound. His fist had gone through the wall.

But it didn’t stop her. Her gentle fingers were caressing his rump. No, this was too much for a lady to do. He had to stop her.

His eyes widened so fast he felt the tug at his skin. Hell, he never believed she would do that . . .


Ophelia loved this so much. His thick, veined shaft filled her mouth and stretched her lips. But she didn’t mind. Watching the pleasure, passion, agony in his dark eyes was worth it. This excited her, too, she had to admit.

She’d thought sucking him would be pleasure for him, a gift of love and desire from her.

She’d never dreamed it would be arousing and erotic for her, too.

Her lips savored the satiny feeling of his skin and the sensation of how taut it was, with steel beneath. How could just blood and flesh feel hard as iron? Yet it did. It was another mystical thing about him. He was a mystery because he was a man and a vampire, but a mystery that enthralled her. That she wanted to spend a lifetime solving.

Ooh, her tongue loved the taste of his cock, her nose delighted in the earthy scent. His flavor was rich and tangy and warm, but when his juice flowed, which it kept doing, she tasted a stunning sour scent.

She loved exploring him. Discovering how thick and broad this beast was at its hilt. The wrinkled skin of his ballocks and the way she could feel the egg-shaped testicles within. The intriguing seam and the firm bridge behind, that made him shiver when she caressed it.

Then she’d stroked his bottom. He’d stiffened and his breathing had turned into panting. She could tell he liked it. How warm was the cleft between his hard cheeks. She remembered how erotic it was when he’d touched her there.

Was it the same for him?

Daringly, she slipped her finger to his anus, tight and furled between his hot cheeks. Soft hairs tickled her finger. She stroked him the way he’d caressed her, slow and gently, and she sucked on him hard.

The tight ring of his entrance seemed to relax, and she carefully pushed her index finger inside. Slid in and out.

Raven cried out, shouted her name to the heavens. In her mouth, his cock swelled to enormous proportions, and she could feel a rushing sensation beneath his skin. She had to slide back for he was so huge—

He grasped her shoulders and tried to pull back, but he couldn’t with her finger buried inside him. He was shouting her name. Then his hips jerked wildly, and he spurted into her mouth. The sudden rush startled her and she swallowed quickly, tasting salt and sourness.