“Getting tired?” he panted in her ear. He was still crouched behind her, still filling her the way no man ever had. When he braced himself and thrust, she swore she could feel his cock in her throat. “Giselle? All right?”

“Yes, I’m tired, I’m exhausted, you big dolt, and don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckled, and she could feel his fingers dancing along the length of her spine. Then his hand came around and found her clit. He stroked the throbbing bud with his thumb and said, “I wish my mouth was there right now. Later, it will be,” and that was enough, that tipped her into another orgasm.

She felt his grip tighten on her. “Oh, God, that’s so sweet,” he groaned. “Has anyone told you? When you come, your muscles lock.” He shuddered behind her as he at last found his release. “All your muscles.”

She giggled weakly and rested her head on the bed. Three times…or was that the fourth? The man wasn’t human. Thank God she was on the pill.

He stood, then picked her up, and cradled her in his arms as if she were a child. “You’ll sleep now,” he said, laying her in the bed and covering her. “And so will I…you’ve worn me out, m’lady.” Then, incongruously, “Do you have a passport?”

“No,” she said drowsily.

“Hmm. I’ll have to fix that. Can’t come to Scotland without one of those.”

“You still want me to come?” She blushed, remembering how they’d spent the last five hours. “To Scotland, I mean?”

“Of course.” He was arranging the covers over himself, pulling her into his embrace, and wrapping his long legs around hers. She was instantly warm and sinfully comfortable. The throbbing between her thighs had finally quit. It quit because you’re numb, you twit. He’s fucked you numb. And it was just fine. “I said I did, didn’t I?”

“Well…” She yawned against his shoulder. “That was before I gave up the goods, so to speak.”

“Giselle, darling.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve never known a woman so smart and so silly at the same time. You’re coming to Scotland. To put it another way, I’m not leaving without you.”

“Bossy putz,” she muttered. Then she squinched her eyes shut as he turned on the bedside light. “Aggh! I think my retinas just fused!”

She could hear him swallow a laugh. “Sorry, love. I just wanted to get a good look at your neck.” She felt him push her hair back and gently touch the bite. “A bite’s a serious thing…I’m really sorry if I hurt you. You know that, right, Giselle?”

“Don’t worry about it. At the risk of making you more arrogant than you already are—though how that’s possible I just can’t imagine—I loved it. Hardly even hurt.”