Dark Needs at Night’s Edge (Immortals After Dark #5)(52)
Author: Kresley Cole

"Don’t you want to make love to me?" Naturally, she was all about living in the moment and was eager to fully experience this virile, compelling male.

But now there was something more.

She also wanted to join with him, because for the first time in her life she wanted to give herself to a man she… loved.

I’m in love with Conrad.

Though she’d never fully admitted it before now, her feelings weren’t new. They’d been growing since the first night she’d seen him in all his wildness.

"Conrad, do you want to?"

He shook his head.

"Oh." Her face fell. "I see." Then she frowned. "No, I don’t see."

"I fear hurting you," he said, his breaths still ragged from what they’d just done. The way she’d rocked to his mouth to give him more… He stifled a groan. "I felt how tight you are. I’ve thought about this all morning and do not see how I can spare you pain. I… can’t give you pain."

She tilted her head at him. "You’d forgo your chance to be inside a woman because of consideration for me?"

He grated, "Of course."

Her lips parted, and she laid her palm against the side of his face. "You’re such a surprise, vampire. Such a wonderful surprise." Her hand trailed down his body. "Honestly, I’ve never been with a man as big as you" – she cupped the underside of his shaft, making him buck to her hand – "in all respects. But if you make sure I’m prepared, everything will be fine."

He ground his teeth. I don’t know how! He could do as he’d done last night, but would that be enough to prepare her? He’d barely fit his finger inside her, even when she was wet.

She must have sensed his thoughts, because she licked a drop of water from his chest and said, "If you take me to bed, I’ll show you exactly what I need – "

Conrad had her swooped up in his arms before she’d finished the sentence. Not bothering to dry off, he traced to the bed and laid her in it, following her down. Water dripped along their sides.

Her lips curled. "I guess you like that idea, then?"

He nodded. If she could show him how to do this… God, to finally be inside her.

As he leaned over her on his knees, she lightly grasped his forefinger, using it to slowly stroke her sex, from the opening up to her clitoris and back. Once she guided it inside her, he began thrusting with it.

Soon she murmured, "J’ai besoin de deux." She needed two of his fingers inside her.

He swallowed, but began working another finger in. Her knees fell wide open, her wetness growing. "Perfect, Conrad." With both of her small hands, she pressed his palm firmly against her until his fingers were seated deep. Eyes heavy-lidded, she whispered, "Spread them inside me."

He did, shuddering with pleasure when her back arched.

"Now in and out… "

He thrust his spread fingers. "This way?"

"Ah, yes! More… "

He gave her more.

"Conrad, now."

"Are you ready?"

"I don’t… care. I need… "

As much as he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock, he had to be sure. He caressed and delved inside her, until she grazed her teeth against his shoulder in frustration. "Are you still worried?" she asked, panting.

"I still do not see that we can… fit."

"This is supposed to be enjoyable, darling. Let me show you how well we’ll fit." She nudged his wrist, and he removed his fingers. Once she’d gotten him to turn to his back, she crawled over him, straddling his hips.

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As her br**sts rose and fell with her quick breaths, her fingers dug into the muscles of his chest, just as she’d said she would do days ago. She appeared fascinated, her tender palms running all over him.

He felt a savage thrill to see the way her gaze roamed over him. My battle-scarred body is good for more than taking hits. It aroused her.

When she curled her fingers around his shaft to guide it inside her, he hissed in a breath. This is finally going to happen… . The anticipation had him rolling his hips. He swallowed loudly, wondering if he’d last any longer than the time before.

He was already struggling to hold on, his c**k throbbing with seed. "Want this so much… " When she began to mount him, his hands flew to her hips, gripping her. "Néomi, I – "

Her flesh was hot and slick as it met his. His eyes rolled back in his head.

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The only thing sexier than a completely smitten male was a smitten male who’d never been with a woman. And Néomi was on fire for him.

Yet even as she ached, she savored Conrad’s reactions. Once she began to work the broad head inside her, he gave a short, stunned groan. His lips parted as he stared at where they were joining.

This was all new for her as well. She’d fallen for him utterly.

She was truly making love. "Is this everything you’d hoped?"

"Ah, God, you… " He tried to speak again, failed, then gave a sharp nod. "Didn’t know… to hope for… this much."

The look of wonder in his eyes as he watched her move on him made her feel sexier than she could ever remember feeling. His big body was so incredibly strong, and yet she was in control of it now, was about to take pleasure from it.

She relished the power, moaning as she settled farther along his length.

Chin to his chest, he shuddered. "Hot," he grunted. "Tight." She knew he was beginning to lose control, his hands quaking on her hips. His muscles were already straining, from his corded neck all the way to the sharp indentations leading from his waist to his groin.

"Take it deeper, Néomi." His accent was so thick.

Biting her bottom lip, she rose up and eased down farther. She was aching for more, too, but his size was challenging.

"Need more," he growled low in his throat, his knees falling open. "More."

She rocked forward, then sank back harder, but his hips surged up at the same time – his shaft plunged deep in a searing thrust.

"Ah, God, Néomi!"

She winced, unable to bite back a cry.

"Your eyes are watering. You told me you wouldn’t hurt! But I’ve hurt you."

"Just give me a second, Conrad," she whispered. The fit was so tight that she could perceive him throbbing inside her. "Can you do that?"

He grated out the word, "Somehow."

After long moments, she tentatively rocked up and back, then again. Each time she could take his length more readily, her body accommodating his.

Soon pleasure subdued the pain, and his heated reactions fueled her own arousal. When she began to ride him in long, steady strokes, he yelled out her name. Once she pried free his death grip from her hips and placed his palms over her br**sts, he gave a desperate groan as he squeezed them. Dragging her nails up his inner thighs had him shuddering, drawing his knees up for more.