“You can’t hurt me.”

He closed his eyes for a second. There were so many ways he could hurt her, despite her being a near indestructible hybrid. “So you want real. You want sex without restraints, without holding back?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, he nudged his thigh between hers, spreading her. The scent of her arousal intensified, filling his bedroom. His cock brushed against her inner thigh, relishing the heat from her body.

Releasing her wrists, he cradled her closer and centered himself above her core. When he drew his hips back, his cock slid into the space between her thighs, stroking against her damp center. The brief contact almost undid him.

Slowly, he probed at her entrance, the tip of his swollen cock pressing between her outer lips, feeling the membrane guarding her virginity.

“God, you’re tight,” he whispered at her ear.

“Do it,” she urged and caressed his neck with her lips.

Zane tilted his head, anticipating what would happen next.

Portia’s pelvis pushed against him. Without a thought, he plunged forward, pushing through the hymen that represented the final barrier to her treasure, seating himself.

In the same instant, Portia’s fangs sank into his neck, piercing his skin. When she drew on his vein, intense pleasure speared through him, equaling the pleasure he felt being lodged deep inside her exquisitely tight pussy.

Fuck!

Her muscles squeezed him, making him clench his jaw shut to avoid a premature release. He allowed the moans that built in his chest to emerge freely, unconcerned about exposing himself and the depth of pleasure she gave him. Portia’s hand on the back of his head held him to her hungry mouth, but even if she hadn’t held him so tightly, he wouldn’t have pulled back. Her fangs in his neck were the most intimate sensation he’d ever experienced.

There was only one way to top it. Zane withdrew from her sheath only to plunge back inside, driving his cock harder and deeper into her than before. She was slick with her arousal, and every glide into her was pure silk on silk.

His triumphant growl joined her soft moans when the realization of their actions finally sank in. Portia had given him not one gift, but two: she’d accepted his blood and given him her virginity. In return, he would do what she’d asked for; unleash his passion on her and make her feel desired. Because she was.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Comingled with soft moans and sighs from Portia and the much more pronounced groans from him, a concert of lust and passion played out in the small house that had, until now, known only a quiet existence. No longer. The sounds of lovemaking bounced against the rafters and fell back onto them like waves crashing onto a beach.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if they’d done this a thousand times. At the same time, everything was new. And while Zane knew that Portia had never been with a man, he felt the memories of other women vanish from him as if somebody had wiped his slate clean. He felt as much like a virgin as the pliable woman in his arms. Never had he felt anything as sensual and as beautiful as the union of their two bodies. He had no memory of ever having touched other women. Only Portia counted, only her pleasure was important. Because if he could pleasure her, it would only serve to double his own satisfaction.

He worked his cock in and out of her, slamming his pelvis into her hard and fast, just the way she’d demanded earlier. He realized now that there was no way he could have gone slowly. Too much pent up lust drove him to pound his cock into her, to claim her pussy for himself, to make her want only him, no other man.

The desire to brand her flitted through his mind, but he knew she was really branding him. Not only with her bite but with the imprint of her fingers on his skin, fingers that had turned into claws and dug into his flesh.

Zane suddenly felt her withdraw her fangs from his neck and lick over the incisions, closing the skin with her saliva.

“Don’t stop,” he urged her and lifted his head.

She gazed back at him, her lips smeared with his blood, her eyes shining. She was even more beautiful now.

“I love your taste.”

Her admission made him want to howl at the moon like a wild animal. She carried his blood now, and she loved it. He couldn’t ask for more. It was already more than he’d ever expected. And now that his blood was running in her veins, he knew she was stronger. His blood would have a potent effect on her, one he was more than willing to exploit.

Zane withdrew from her and lifted his body, only to flip Portia onto her stomach.

“Oh!” was all that escaped her lips.