She looked into his brilliantly blue eyes. “Then you’d better stop talking and start acting.”

“As you wish.”

His last word hadn’t left his lips yet when she found herself flat on her back again, her legs in the air and Oliver above her, his cock poised at her sex.

Oliver looked into Ursula’s big brown eyes and waited until she found her bearings. He had her where he wanted her: underneath him, so he could take her harder than he would be able to with her straddling him. The knowledge that she was just as keen on this as he doubled his hunger for her. He would have contented himself with a quick thirty-second fuck if after her orgasm she had realized that it was all she had wanted, and that he had only been a means to an end. But luckily, she still wanted him, even after she’d climaxed.

His cock was still coated with her juices when he thrust back inside her, seating himself to the hilt. The tightness of her interior muscles nearly robbed him of his control, but he didn’t allow himself to give into the urge to seek release. This was too sweet a victory to rush it. Her warmth and wetness enveloped him, welcoming him home like a sheath its blade.

Lowering himself over her body, he moved his hips back and forth, moving in and out of her in slow and measured strokes, ignoring the vampire inside him that demanded he go faster and harder. That part of him would win soon enough, but first he wanted his human side to enjoy the tender slide of flesh on flesh—something he hadn’t experienced as a human: he’d always used condoms. But now, as a vampire, there was no need for those pesky things anymore. He could neither contract nor transmit diseases. As for an unwanted pregnancy: there was no chance of that either, since vampire males could impregnate only their blood-bonded mates.

Underneath him, Ursula’s chest rose in concert with her breaths, and her skin shimmered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her lips were parted, her lids half closed, and the sounds that came from her throat were deep moans and sighs that he gobbled up as if he were starving.

God, how he loved a responsive woman, and the Asian beauty beneath him was more than just responsive. Her movements mirrored the passion he’d seen in her eyes earlier and spoke of the fire that burned inside her. He could see the flames as they tried to reach the surface, and could sense the lust that she’d buried inside her for so long. The need that she’d had to suppress. No longer. With every thrust of his cock, he teased more of it out of her, demanded that she show him what lay behind those mysterious eyes and was hidden in her heart.

Without any conscious effort on his part, his body moved in synch with hers, adjusting his rhythm to her heartbeat and her breaths. He’d always wondered what it would be like to make love as a vampire. Now he knew: it was more intense. All sensations were amplified, each touch more meaningful, and each kiss more passionate. At the same time, his energy was boundless, even though he knew that his control wouldn’t last forever.

The thing he’d never thought, however, was that the first time he made love as a vampire would be in the back of a van. But it didn’t matter where they were, because all he could look at was Ursula, her flawless face, and her perfect body. Their surroundings melted into the background.

Being inside her and driving them both to ecstasy was all he was interested in. More and more, the vampire inside him pushed aside the selfless lover from earlier and took over the reins. With it, the hunger for blood moved to the forefront again, more urgent this time. His look veered to the vein at her neck. Her heartbeat pounded in his ears, the blood rushing through her veins sounding like a waterfall that cascaded down into a pool of sloshing water.

He ripped his gaze away from the tempting prize and took her lips instead, distracting himself by kissing her and by concentrating on the way she made his cock feel as her muscles gripped him with each inward stroke.

Pounding harder and deeper into her, he put all his thoughts into one goal: to find his release with her. It was the only thing that could ward off the need for blood for a little while longer.

Releasing her lips, he searched her eyes. “Baby, I’m coming. I can’t . . . ”

Before he could even finish his sentence, his balls tightened, signaling the approach of his climax. A second later, his seed shot through his cock, filling her as he continued thrusting into her.

He breathed hard when he finally collapsed onto her, bracing one leg on the floor in order not to crush her with his weight.

“Oh God,” she sighed.

He lifted his head for a moment. “I’m sorry. You didn’t come. I’ll make it up to you later.” After he’d fed. Right now, he couldn’t risk it.