“Longer.” Lowering her, he pressed the head of his cock between her spread legs.

“Good. Because I was ready at ‘I’m not.’” She arched forward and grabbed his hair, dragging him over her body.

He moved his body back and forth, his senses reeling each time her nipples scraped across his flesh.

She stared up at him, her gaze fixed on his fangs. He couldn’t make them go away. They were an inescapable expression of his sexual excitement.

Cinn didn’t tell him not to use them.

But he knew he wouldn’t. He drew his finger over her throat, over the spot where her blood pulsed hot and strong. And she’d never know how hard it was not to. “Not this time.”

No relief shone in her gaze, and for that he thanked her.

“If you don’t fill me right now, vampire, my sexual frustration will blow out the walls of this greenhouse. Then you’ll have to pay Sparkle for it.”

She’d called him vampire. Her gift touched him. She accepted him as vampire and still wanted him.

Nothing could stop him now. With a shout, he sheathed himself in her, feeling her muscles clench around his cock. And then he withdrew, only to plunge into her again. Deeper, harder, driven by her cries and the rake of her nails over his back.

Everything became a blur, a desperate drive to orgasm. At some level he knew he was taking her with him. With each thrust, she rose to meet him.

And when the moment came, when the massive spasm hit him, he fought his nature with every ounce of his strength. She lay writhing beneath him, her throat exposed. All he had to do was lean forward and drink from her. It was a part of his orgasm, never before denied. He’d never wanted to deny it. This time he did.

Then it was too late. His orgasm carried him beyond the moment and her cry assured him that she came with him. The pleasure shook him, made him weak with its power, and made him wonder how it could be so intense without the feeding. He decided not to think about it, just to let the overwhelming joy of the moment flood him. Right now, Stephan didn’t matter; all Dacian’s regrets over his long lifespan didn’t matter. All that mattered was this moment and this woman.

Finally, it was over and he managed to roll to his side and tuck her into him. Making love on a table took practice.

There were things to talk about, but he enjoyed the silence right now. Too bad it didn’t last long.

“Hey.” The door of the greenhouse rattled under the force of Wade’s blows. “I brought something for you, my little bass queen.”

Dacian guessed Wade wasn’t talking to him.