"You're incorrigible."
"No, I'm just hooked on the best sex of my life."
Blythe smiled, snuggling closer, loving the fact his body reacted to the movement. She had so many questions, but she was tired. The times she'd spent making love half the night, were rare. Alec was a good lover, but he had never done the little things for her that Elam had. Her body tingled with the thought of him inside her and she fell asleep smiling.
She hovered over the blackened desert, watching the men scurry about below. Their movements created a pattern, like a chaotic dance of death. Firing, ducking for cover, throwing grenades—an endless nightmare of kill or be killed.
Her spirit tried to descend into one of them, but something pulled her up. She felt an arm around her waist, a firm body behind her, keeping her from falling. She didn't fight it. Instead, she leaned into the strength, the muscled body comforting. The nightmare battle dissipated as she receded into the clouds.
A warm thickness pressed between her thighs and the comforting hands caressed her body. Soft lips nibbled at her ear and neck. One hand dropped between her legs as another tenderly tweaked her nipple. Gasping, Blythe woke fully and immediately. She knew those lips, those strong, but gentle hands.
Sighing, she stretched, reaching behind her head to circle his with one arm. He pressed closer behind her, applying more pressure with his fingers until she gasped. A spurt of liquid accompanied this gesture and he chuckled.
"Good morning to you," he murmured. "Didn't you hear the alarm?"
"No." She tried to roll over, but he held her from behind, stroking continuously. The sensations he roused with each stroke of his fingers, made her shiver excitedly.
"About five minutes ago."
"Have you been doing this since you woke up?"
"I think I started in my sleep. I can't keep my hands off you. I dreamed about you half the night." He let go of her.
"Don't stop," she fussed.
"Go pee," he instructed. "And come right back to bed."
He got up and went to the other bathroom. When Blythe returned, he was back in bed, sheet rising invitingly over his hips. Blythe grinned as she pulled off her nightie.
"Panties?" He frowned, reaching for her.
"I thought you might like to remove them—with your teeth."
"Oh, my kinky darling," he growled, doing just that.
Blythe wiggled and giggled as he nipped and teased her. As she'd hoped, he ducked between her thighs, his tongue flickering into the most sensitive spots. With an unexpected change of tactics, he parted her legs, his mouth closed against her—he hummed.
The vibration sent a surge of energy up her spine, her whole body tingled in its wake. He repeated the process, over and over, humming different notes. With each, she gasped, pulling at his hair and ears, writhing beneath him.
"You—bastard!" she gasped as yet another vibration surged through her. "I told you—" She made a feeble grasp at him.
Laughing, Elam dodged her ill timed attempt to grab his cock. Instead, he did what she asked, burying himself deeply inside her. Within moments, he felt his orgasm building. He grew thick, ready to explode within her.
Closing her eyes, Blythe gave herself over to pleasure. She relaxed completely, waiting for the inevitable release. Elam stopped moving.
"This isn't nearly as much fun if you just lie there," he fussed.
"It felt so good, I couldn't move," she whispered. "Don't stop. I promise, I'll—"
His hips clashed with hers, driving in hard and deep. He held the position until Blythe moved. Nipping her breast, he started moving again. Blythe gasped weakly, her arms barely able to hold him as he dove into her faster and deeper.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "Oh!" A scream built in her chest. Unsure what the neighbors could hear or what they would think, she buried her face in his shoulder, biting down as she came.
Elam groaned loudly, moaning as her teeth closed over the meat of his shoulder. He shook when he came, groaning again with his release. Unable to speak for a moment, he rolled over beside her.
"Ow," he said weakly, rubbing his shoulder. "Wow! Now I know why vampires are so damn sexy."
"Did I hurt you? I didn't want to scream."
"I made you scream?"
Elam looked so proud of himself, Blythe couldn't lie.
"You did. Never happened before." She very pointedly didn't mention Alec by name. Elam knew. There was no reason to rub it in. "Never, ever, ever happened before." She rubbed noses with him, then kissed the spot where her she'd bitten him. It hadn't broken the skin, but there were teeth marks. "Sorry if I hurt you."
"It felt great, just don't do it too often. Might be hard to explain to my co-workers." He chuckled, pulling her close. "I could do that again and still not be satisfied. But we've got to get in gear."
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