And spread her thighs? "Um, I don't - "
He lifted her knee and placed it there himself. When she began to move it, he snapped, "Doona dare. Now, lean your head back against me."
Then both his hands were back on her br**sts, now rubbing with friction since the soap had washed away. She bit her lip as her ni**les hardened almost painfully. She should be terrified. Was she so desperate for touch - any touch - that she would submit to this?
His fingers inched lower. "Keep your legs open to me."
She'd just been about to shove them together again. She'd never been touched there. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
She'd never even held a man's hand.
Swallowing nervously, she watched as his hand trailed down to her sex. "B-but you said - "
"That I would no' f**k you. Trust me, you'll know when I'm about to."
She gasped at the first touch, involuntarily jerking in his capturing arms, staggered by the intensity of feeling. Two fingers caressed her sensitive flesh, stroking and teasing her, and it was all the more pleasurable because he was...gentle. Slow and gentle. When he felt her wetness, he rumbled foreign words and brushed his mouth over her neck as if pleased with her.
He tried to dip his finger inside her, but her body clenched against the unfamiliar touch.
"Tight as a fist," he rasped. "You have to relax."
She wondered if she should tell him that all the relaxing in the world wasn't changing that.
He reached for her from the back. When he began working his middle finger into her sex from behind, she gasped and rocked to her toes as if to get away. But his other hand bent her forward slightly, then trailed down to stroke her from the front. She heard panting, and was startled to realize it was her own.
This stranger was petting her body - inside her body - and she was aroused.
Did the air charge with electricity? For her? Please let it be for me...
He shook more and more as he touched her. She sensed that he barely held onto his control... She should be wary, afraid. But his fingers were so slow on her, the one inside her hot. So much unfamiliar pleasure. The urge to moan arose.
She had never moaned with pleasure before. Never in her life had she been moved to...
Her claws curled like they never had, and as she panted, she imagined sinking them into his backside as he thrust into her. What was happening to her?
"Now, there's a good lass," he growled in her ear, just before he turned her and lifted her in his arms. "Put your legs around my waist."
Her eyes had been heavy-lidded with lust, but now they widened in panic again. "Y-you said you wouldn't."
"Changed my mind when I felt you wet and needing." She did want him - as she was supposed to.
He frowned, uncomprehending when she struggled. Even in his weakened state, quelling her fight took little more effort than holding a wildcat.
He pressed her against the wall, pinning her there, and set his mouth to sucking her throbbing little ni**les. He closed his eyes with pleasure, groaning as his tongue swirled around them. When he opened his eyes again, he found hers squeezed shut, her balled fists resting on his shoulders.
He set her on her feet again and stroked between her legs. She'd gone tight again. If he tried to f**k her like this, he'd tear her - but he didn't care. For all he'd done just to get this far, only to find a vampire, he wouldn't be stopped now. "Relax," he bit out. Just the opposite happened - she began that useless shaking again.
Need to be inside her. Haze. She would make him wait longer for the mindlessness he craved? Torturing me just as her kindred did. He bellowed with rage, his hands shooting out on each side of her head to crush the marble behind her.
Her eyes went stark once more. Why couldn't she have been of his kind? If she had, she would have been clawing him to fill her, begging. She would have fed him into her body and sighed with relief when he rocked into her. The mental image of this creature doing that made him groan in misery at his loss. He wanted her willing. But he'd take what fate had given.
"I'm going tae be inside you tonight. Best relax."
She gazed up at him with her brows drawn as though with despair. "You said you wouldn't hurt me. You p-promised."
Did the witch think that promise would be enough to save her? He gripped his cock, dragged her leg up to his hip...
"But you said," she whispered, devastated that she'd believed him. She hated being lied to, especially since she could never lie back. "You said..."
He stilled. With a deep growl, he released her leg and hit the wall again. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her and turned her around. Right when she was about to scratch him, bite him, he pulled her into his arms again, her back against his chest. He shoved her hand to his erection, inhaling sharply at the first touch. His voice gone guttural, he said, "Stroke me."
Glad for the reprieve, she tentatively held him, in no way able to fit her palm around him. When she didn't begin at once, he bucked his hips. She finally ran her hand over him in long strokes, looking away.
"Harder." She tightened her fingers, face hot with embarrassment. Was it so apparent that she had no idea what she was doing?
As if reading her mind, he rasped, "That's it, lass." He was kneading her breast, his mouth against her neck, broken sounds coming from his chest. She could feel his muscles tensing. His arm tightened around her until she didn't think she could breathe. His other hand dipped down to cup her sex.