He swallowed hard, having trouble containing the lust that coursed through his veins at the knowledge of what would happen tonight. Speech eluded him, so he did the only thing he could: he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her. Her lips yielded to him, parting for him when he licked his tongue against their seam.

There would be no holding back tonight, no trying to keep the beast in check. Finally, Ursula would be truly his.

There was no rush when he undressed her as she did the same to him. When he laid her onto the crisp sheets and pressed her body against his heated skin, a shudder went through him. How he had survived the last two weeks without touching her, he couldn’t remember.

“It was torture not to make love to you while we were back east,” he murmured against her lips.

She sighed. “I was hoping every night that you would climb through the window in my bedroom and stay with me.” Ursula’s hands caressed the sensitive skin on his nape, sending a shiver racing down his spine.

“It was too risky. I would never have been able to leave your bed before sunrise if I had done that.”

“I missed you.”

In response, Oliver sank his lips back on hers, while his hands roamed her body. He palmed her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples so they turned into hard peaks. When he ripped his mouth from hers, it was only so he could suck one hard peak into his mouth while kneading her warm flesh.

Farther south, his cock, fully erect and as hard as an iron bar, pressed against her thigh, eager to connect with her body. But he knew he couldn’t allow himself to drive into her so soon. He wouldn’t last long enough to make her climax.

He slid down her body, spreading her legs wide on his descent and settled between them. Her fingers dug into his shoulders in anticipation: she knew what was coming.

A strangled moan left her lips the moment he blew a hot breath against her sex. A lap of his tongue followed. When he tasted the dew that had already built on her plump nether lips, his entire body went rigid.

“Fuck, baby!”

It was better than he remembered. Her scent was a mixture of sweet and tangy flavors as it spread over the back of his tongue and down his throat. His nostrils flared, and the beast in him roared.

Bite her, now! the devil inside him demanded.

With difficulty, he pushed back the overwhelming desire to taste her blood and concentrated on licking her warm flesh. He spread her wider with his fingers, exposing her clit, then pressed his tongue onto it before sucking the tiny organ into his mouth.

Under his grip, he felt her jolt, but his hands held her down so she couldn’t escape him. In long and languid strokes, he continued licking her clit and exploring her moist folds, while she twisted underneath him, her moans and sighs filling the room.

Her fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, but he welcomed the pain. Had he been human, she would have drawn blood, but his vampire skin was too tough for her fingernails to pierce it.

Oliver listened to her heartbeat and the sound of her blood as it rushed through her veins, trying to pump more oxygen to her cells. Her body heated with every second that he continued to tease her tender flesh. He’d never been so attuned to the body of another being and had no trouble reading Ursula’s body and understanding what she needed from him.

Her hips moved against his mouth in an unmistakable rhythm, asking for more. He was only too happy to comply with her demands. Gently, he drove a finger into her moist slit and intensified the pressure on her clit, licking her harder and faster. When she tensed, her body half lifting off the bed, he drove a second finger into her tight sheath and pulled her clit into his mouth, pressing his lips together.

She came, panting uncontrollably, her interior muscles gripping his fingers tightly, her body shivering.

If he were less impatient, he would allow her to rest for a moment, but patience was a foreign word to him now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled himself up and covered her with his body. His cock lined up with her still-quivering pussy, and with one thrust he seated himself in her.

On a moan, Ursula’s eyes flew open. Then her hand came up, and one finger stroked over his lips.

“Show them to me.”

His fangs had already descended. Slowly, he parted his lips and allowed them to emerge while he watched Ursula’s reaction. She showed no fear.

“Touch them,” he demanded.

Hesitantly, her finger slid against the outer side of one fang. He growled involuntarily, the sensation of Ursula touching him sending a bolt of electricity through him.

Her eyes widened, but instead of pulling her finger back, she stroked his fang once more. “Sink them into me. I want to feel you.”