She acknowledged his observation with a sinful smile.

Stepping out of the dress, she strode toward him, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, echoing in the vast windowless space.

His cock was rigid now, pressing painfully against his zipper. Instinctively, his hand went to it, but she was faster. The warmth of her palm engulfed him instantly, sending a thrill through his entire body that made his control dance on a blade’s edge. Lust impregnated the air and made it hum.

“You have a present for me?” she murmured, and rubbed her body against him, while her hand squeezed the hardness in his pants.

“A present that keeps on giving.” Cain slid his hand to her nape, pulling her face to him so their lips were only a fraction of an inch apart. So close, yet so far away. “I missed you.”

Her breath bounced against his when she opened her mouth. He inhaled it, allowing her scent to fill his lungs and drug him. “What did you miss most? My lips on your cock? Me riding you? Your cock thrusting into me?”

Though he loved all of her suggestions, he countered, “I think you forgot something.” His fingers caressed one side of her neck, tracing the plump vein beneath her skin. Her pulse beat against the pad of his fingers, as if to signal him her acquiescence. “My fangs in your neck.”

An intake of breath pressed her chest firmer against his. “I didn’t forget. I always keep room for dessert.”

On her last word, Cain captured her lips and kissed her. There was nothing tentative or hesitant about the kiss, nor her reaction to it. He tasted her sweetness on his tongue as he delved into her and showed her who her master was. Yet she was no submissive. Her response to his kiss was that of an equal, a strong vampire female who knew what she wanted. He sensed it with every stroke of her tongue against his, with every glide of her lips against his mouth—and every thrust of her hips against his groin. She wanted him, and that knowledge only added to his desire for her.

Cain’s fingers fanned, sliding up higher into her hair, cupping the back of her head. Her dark silken tresses caressed his hand, reminding him of previous encounters such as this. Reminding him of having found ecstasy in her arms before.

Her soft sighs drifted to his ears, while her rapid heartbeat reverberated in his chest, echoing his. His other hand now drifted lower, sliding over the curve of her back down to her shapely ass. As he palmed it and yanked her harder to him, she moaned into his mouth, before her tongue swiped against his fang.

Panting heavily, Cain ripped his lips from her. “Fuck!”

Licking a vampire’s fangs was the most erotic thing a vampire could experience—short of having full-blown sex. And even though she’d licked his fangs before, the intense pleasure now coursing through his body almost undid him.

“I know you want it,” she coaxed, looking at him seductively.

He ground out a curse, grabbed her and took a few steps toward the wall, where he pressed her against it, all patience gone, vanished into thin air. “Have it your way.”

Then he captured her lips again. This would be a short interlude if she continued to use her wiles on him like this. But, damn it to hell, he didn’t want to stop her. Instead, he attempted to open his pants with one hand, until he felt her hands on him, helping him. Clearly, she was as impatient as he.

Moments later, his tuxedo pants fell to the floor. He still wore his dress shoes, but didn’t have the patience to take them or his socks off. Instead, his pants pooled around his ankles. They wouldn’t hinder him in his movements—not the kind of movements he was about to engage in anyway.

Cain gripped her thighs and lifted her up, while pressing her back against the wall. He spread her legs wide open, exposing her drenched sex. He looked down, then drew his hips back and adjusted his angle. When his cockhead touched the outer lips of her sex, he inhaled sharply. He’d been right: this wouldn’t take long at all.

“I need it,” she encouraged him. “I need you.”

Cain plunged into her without preamble, seating himself in her warm channel, his balls slapping against her flesh, burning from the impact. The first time was always like this, intense, urgent. Later tonight he’d take his time with her, but right now he needed to still his hunger for her.

Air rushed out of her lungs. “Cain! Yes!”

She was perfect, better than anything else in his life. As if she was the solution to all his problems, all his worries. As if she could make everything right again.

His eyes met hers and, slowly, Cain began to thrust. Her green eyes now glowed red, a sign that her vampire side was ruling her. A feeling of possessiveness came over him, and the thought that she could ever be in another man’s arms again stirred the beast inside him. Anger churned up from his gut, and he growled like an animal.