Sara realized she had dropped back against the chair, and her hand was flat against her belly, her fingers pointing downward like an arrow.

Sara’s breath grew ragged and rough as she unbuttoned her jeans, fumbling with the zipper. Damn him, she thought, even as she whispered his name. Damn their bond and the need her body, her skin, her mind demanded from his vampire – and always would. No matter their arguments, their conflicting choices, she belonged to him utterly and completely.

Beyond reasonable thought now, Sara shook her head, just as her body shook, ached. She shifted down on the chair, lifted her bu**ocks, squeezed her hips. She could see him, leaning back against the bars of his cell, his nude body rich with sweat, each drop clinging to muscle and bone like a lover. Her tongue swiped at her lower lip then, as she imagined licking off every salty bit.

Her hand inched lower, gripping the top of her pelvic bone. Her fingers were greedy to touch, and her clit cried out for his voice, more of his voice – and the sexual play in her head.

Oh god. Her hips jerked.

Her hand was lost inside her underwear, her fingers dipping between the wet folds, searching...searching for the swollen, aching – - .

Eyes closed, knowing the door to her office was unlocked and available to anyone who wished to walk through it, Sara groaned her pleasure. As Alexander spoke, she circled her wet clit – seeing him in her mind, seeing his tongue playing her body as her hands were now.

It wasn’t a question, but she answered it anyway.

“Yes,” she uttered, breathless.

Her breathing jumped, caught in her throat as she flicked the tender, aching bud over and over.

Her hand began to shake.

All thoughts in Sara’s mind evaporated as she followed his command, leaving her clit and thrusting one long finger up inside her cunt.

She gasped at the sensation.

Hot. Wet.

Ready.

Tonight. She tried shaking her head, but it wouldn’t budge. She felt drunk, on fire, her finger buried so deeply within herself she could feel her womb.

God...her womb. It was so empty...would always be empty--?

Her hand, shiny and flexed with her own power, stilled at his words, her eyes opened to slits.

Her core shook so badly, she nearly disobeyed him. Release herself? God, she didn’t want to. But he was her master and she slipped her hand from her body and sat up. She sucked in a breath as her sensitive clit made contact with the rough fabric of her jeans.

Alexander’s command echoed in her mind causing her skin to blister and the mark – mark - behind her ear to vibrate. In seconds, she was up, fumbling to refastened her jeans as she ran for the door. The hallway was clear, elevator was empty, and she didn’t even have to push the button for the roof. It was done the moment the door closed.

Her heart pounded as the metal box pushed upward. Her anger was there, still there – her frustration, all of it, but it didn’t cloud the fact that Alexander Roman was the goddamn love of her life. He was her other half, why she slept sweetly and was thrilled to wake. And whatever they decided for their future they would always have each other.

The doors barely opened before Alexander’s hand clamped around her arm and tugged her out onto the roof. She whimpered and heaved herself into his arms.

That’s when she noticed what he was wearing.

A long black coat.

Alexander guided her to the roofline, leaned back against the railing and let the wind take the folds of his coat as he quickly removed her jeans and underwear. Sara’s gaze caught on the hard length of his cock, standing up straight and ready, and her cunt quivered in anticipation. With a growl of need, with impatience, Alexander lifted her up and placed her down on his shaft.

Sara gasped, impaled. So deliciously impaled.

There was nothing like it, nothing that could rival it.

Alexander groaned, “The most perfect motherfucking fit ever.” He kissed her frantically, his mouth devouring hers like the hungry, possessive vampire he was. He gripped her bu**ocks, his fingers digging into her flesh as he worked her over, thrust so deeply into her that she lost her breath. He put no thoughts into her mind only action into her body. Maybe it was because, like her, he was too caught up in what they were doing, feeling, or maybe their closeness was all he’d really been after in the first place. Whatever the reason, as he stretched her, impaled her, pounded into her, he continued to kiss her mouth, consume her breath.

Sara couldn’t help herself. She trembled uncontrollably, her hips slamming against his groin. She was so close, her cunt squeezing its beloved so tightly she knew the fireworks were about to hit.

Possessed and starving, Alexander’s breathing turned raspy, guttural against her mouth, and when he opened her wide and suckled her tongue, the muscles around her cunt rippled… spasmed, then exploded with heat – with delectable tremor after tremor.

Sara cried out and bucked frantically against him, her nails scratching at his skin as she sent her true mate into four massive, battering thrusts than ended in the hottest snarling climax of Alex’s long life.

It was moments before they recovered. Clinging to each other, shaking, both breathing in gulps of air as the night closed in around them – their eyes found each other and locked.

“Alex…” she uttered softly, desperately. “My Alex…” God, she loved him so…

“I’m afraid, Sara,” he whispered harshly, gripping her bu**ocks, pulling her closer, keeping his c**k inside of her where it was home and happy.

She reached out and touched his face, her eyes imploring him. “Tell me. Please.”