hurt her... "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Show me." She pressed her lips to his.
Kissing her, feeling himself drown in her, he pulled back, then thrust forward. He gripped her hips, pinned her as he buried himself inside her. Hard, fast, deep.
He needed to imprint his claim on her. Let her know this was more than saving her.
Let her know she was saving him as well.
Lightning whipped through Dominique. She felt the smooth wood beneath her bare backside and the hot male powering into her.
She was full, stretched, and it felt so good. Rand's hands dug into her hips, possessive. Heat lashed at her senses, sizzling her nerves. Her husky cries echoed into the night.
This was better than anything she'd imagined. Heat ran though her veins, so much better than the chill of rigid control.
His hands stroked lower, his thumb touching where he thrust into her body. Then he nudged at the small nub nestled there.
She let out a long cry. Her eyes closed.
"Look at me, Dominique."
Helpless to do anything but obey, she opened her eyes.
The green of his eyes had changed, deepened. The intimacy of watching each other was shocking.
Heat raced over her skin, leaving her anxious for something else. Something she didn't understand. She'd come to this man to lose her virginity, but she feared she was losing so much more to him in the process.
He kissed her again. This time she sensed something else in it. Like an elusive taste of a long-forgotten delicacy. Tenderness. Care.
Heat rose up around her, wrapping them in a tight embrace. As her skin heated, she realized her energy was melding with his.
The skin stretched taut over his cheekbones, his thrusts turned frantic. She sensed his control at the edge. In response, her own body tightened, coiling tighter and tighter.
His clever fingers stroked her. She twisted, unsure if she wanted to flee that intense touch or if she wanted more.
"Touch me." His tone was guttural.
She knew what he wanted. Her hands slid along his shoulders to his throat.
When she pressed her thumbs to the corded muscles of his neck, his body spasmed, thrusting deeper inside her. "Rand!"
He left one hand between her legs, working her. Not once did he slow his urgent plunges into her. His other hand slid up her cheek. Then his finger brushed over her brow.
Molten heat exploded. Her energy rushed into him, and in turn, his flooded into her body.
Mon Dieu . Along with his energy, she felt his emotions. Scalding, they seared through her.
She felt the loneliness and hurt of his past. The driving urge for revenge. The thick guilt that he couldn't save his father.
But she also felt what layered over it. The bright, confusing emotions Rand felt for her. And there was no mistaking the desire.
Dominique couldn't hold on any longer. When the escalating feelings inside her ripped upward, tearing her apart, she threw her head back and screamed.
She heard Rand's wild groan, felt the warm spill of his release.
Her hands dug into his shoulders, holding him to her. She surrendered to him, helpless against the sensations rocketing through her, as hot and wild as the man in her arms.
She had no idea how long she stayed like that, the echo of pleasure still humming through her. Wondering if her bones had turned to liquid, she blinked her eyes open. She was still sitting on the railing, her face buried against Rand's throat.
One of his hands was smoothing up and down her back. His fingers running over the bumps of her spine. She smiled. She loved his touch.
She could easily love him.
That thought evaporated her smile. Beneath her lips she felt the surge of his pulse. The blood in his veins called to her. She hadn't fed for many hours and now her hunger was growing. His blood beckoned her like the darkest drug to an addict.
He had never let a vampire bite him. That told her all she needed to know of what he thought about feeding.
And he'd never want to keep a vampire around forever. Her chest constricted.
A big hand smoothed her