She breathed a sigh of relief when she read his desire not only in his words but also in his eyes. His mouth dropped back to her moist center, but this time he spread her legs wider and parted her folds with his fingers. His tongue a spear, he drove into her, and she welcomed him.

His hot breath fired her center like the inside of a boiler. And then he added more fuel. Was he intent on this boiler to explode?

She felt his finger invade her, and he withdrew his tongue to allow it to travel back to her neglected little nub. With determined strokes he coaxed it back to attention.

Nina had never been with a man who was this talented and this determined to please her. Her sexual encounters had mostly been means to an end, payment for something, or just plain escapism. And many times utterly unsatisfying, at least for her. The men generally got what they came for. But nobody had really ever cared that much about whether she found her own release. So, she’d always found it easier to fake it. And besides, she’d never felt safe enough with anybody to really let herself go.

Yet Amaury seemed intent on showing her that a man could be selfless enough to make a woman feel good. At least for a little while.

“Why?”

When he suddenly looked up at her, she realized she’d spoken out loud. “Why what?”

“This.”

He seemed to understand instantly. “Because you need this. And because I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than make you come with my mouth.”

Hearing his plain words, something constricted in her belly, sending a wave akin to an electrical shock through her body. Hot and pleasant. Was it the knowledge that he wanted to do this which created this excitement? Or was it simply the way he’d said it: as if it was the only answer possible?

Before she could say anything else, his tongue was back, lapping at her moist folds, parting them, probing, teasing. A vampire’s fangs were right where she was most vulnerable, yet her defenses didn’t kick in. No warning came that should have told her not to allow him what he was doing. And at the same time she didn’t feel the usual twinge of fear, nor the adrenaline shoot through her veins alerting her to danger.

Because right now he seemed to be just a man in lust, not a vampire, not a fighter. She could let go. He would catch her, Amaury, the man.

“Yes, Amaury.” She spoke more to herself than to him, telling her body that he was safe, that being with him was good.

He scooped his hands under her backside and lifted her. His tongue drove deep and his moans echoed her own. Nina buried her hands in his dark silken hair and felt him shudder. Her muscles tensed at the sensations he sent through her body, driving her ever higher. She pushed against his mouth, feeling his tongue increase its pressure on her clit, but not enough.

“Bite it.”

A low growl was his response to her shouted demand. A moment later she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin, then his lips tug at it, gently, then a little firmer.

“Please.”

His teeth closed around her engorged button and pressed into her skin, not breaking it, but it was exactly what she needed. With a breathless moan she greeted the waves that crashed over her and swept her away. Amaury’s tongue smoothed over the spot he’d so gingerly bitten, only intensifying her climax.

***

Nina’s body shook in his arms, her muscles contracting and releasing in quick succession. Amaury lapped up the cream her orgasm released, becoming addicted to her taste. By the time her body had stilled and her orgasm had subsided, he’d already cradled her in his arms, pressing her against his naked body.

He’d never seen a sweeter sight than Nina’s satisfied body. It filled him with an unknown sense of pride. His palm smoothed over her curls before it travelled over her back and settled on the soft cheeks of her derrière. And what a cute little ass it was, just like the rest of her. When she was curled up against him, her cheek leaning on his chest, her arms wrapped around his body, she didn’t look like the tough fighter he’d first met. Suddenly she was all soft.

He felt a shiver go through her body.

“You’re cold. Let’s get you off this floor.”

“Before somebody walks in on us.”

“No chance of that happening,” Amaury announced.

Effortlessly he lifted them from the floor, found his key in his pants and let them into the apartment.

He didn’t bother to pick up the clothes they had shed. Carrying Nina in his arms was a much more important task.

She looked at the apartment, then back at the elevator, obviously finally realizing that it was private.

“You rat! You had me think we could get surprised in there!”