A gasp came from her. “Cain!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

Did she want more than just one finger? Already now she felt too tight for even one digit. Once he thrust into her with his cock, she would milk him in an instant.

“I’m not gonna rush this. You’ll have to wait for my cock just a little while longer.” Despite the fact that he himself could barely wait any longer.

Withdrawing his finger amidst a protesting mewl, he gripped her panties and pulled them down before discarding them on the floor. Finally he could feast his eyes on her. The sight made him salivate. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and brought his mouth to her pussy. His hands clamped over her upper thighs when he heard her moan.

“I haven’t even started,” Cain murmured, grinning.

“Then start,” Faye begged.

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lapped his tongue against her soft female flesh and allowed the flavor to spread. Involuntarily he closed his eyes and let himself fall. Greedily he licked her, explored her, while Faye writhed underneath him, her hips lifting to grind against him, her lips issuing moans and sighs. Sounds of pleasure like the ones he remembered from his dreams echoed in his ears.

Intoxicated by her scent and her taste, he continued licking her, while he released one thigh, only to drive a finger into her quivering slit, so he could concentrate his efforts on a spot farther up. When he swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, she nearly lifted off the rug. He growled, letting her know that he wasn’t done yet.

Faye put her hands on his head, caressing the short hair and sensitive scalp, sending a bolt of lust through his body and right down into the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped from its slit, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Cain lifted his head from her pussy and looked up. He met her eyes watching him.

“You’re so different,” she whispered and pulled him to her.

He couldn’t let her think that something was different about him, so he gripped her hips and lifted himself over her, adjusted his angle, and plunged into her wet heat.

Faye’s eyes closed on impact and a breath rushed from her lungs. “Yes!”

Her cry echoed his own as the sensation of her tight muscles clamping around his erection slammed into him.

“Look at me,” Cain demanded.

Her eyes flew open and she pinned him. Slowly, he pulled back from her tight sheath and slid back into her, all the while looking into her eyes. Faye crossed her ankles over his butt and pulled him closer.

“I missed you,” she confessed.

“All of me?” He plunged deeper into her, emphasizing his question.

“All of you.” Her fingernails dug into his back, urging him to give her more.

Clenching his jaw to ward off his imminent climax, Cain began to thrust. Like a silk glove she enveloped him on every descent, and like a vise she pulled him back on each withdrawal. Her body felt like heaven on earth. Heat suffused his body as if the rays of the sun were shining on him, not burning but warming him, giving him a feeling of belonging.

He’d hoped making love to Faye would be special, but he hadn’t expected it to be as earth shattering as it was. His muscles flexed and his hips worked frantically to deliver thrust after thrust into her intoxicating body. It seemed impossible to think that he’d once called Faye his own and had no memory of it. How could any man forget that he’d been with a woman like her, a woman who made him feel like the most powerful man in the world?

Every sigh and every moan she released fueled his drive to give her more, to show her that he would do everything to give her pleasure, to make her happy. And to keep her safe and never let her go again. And even though his mind had no memory of their prior lovemaking, his body seemed to remember now. His movements seemed to have a mind of their own, adjusting to the demands of her body, coaxing more pleasure from her.

Never for a second did he take his eyes off her face, reveling in the signs of lust and passion that reflected on it, and encouraging him to continue even when his body wanted to give into release. Only when Faye found her release would he grant himself his own. This sign of selflessness took him by surprise, because he hadn’t seen this trait in his character before. Was she the one who brought it out in him? Was she the one who made him the man he wanted to be?

The aroma created by their bodies rubbing together filled his nostrils and brought his movements to a more and more frantic pace. Had Faye been human she would have perceived his movements as a mere blur, and the wildness with which he drove into her would have injured her delicate female flesh. But the vampire vixen beneath him had no such limitations. She reacted to him in the same out of control way. Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need.