His lips worked over her, weaving an intimate dark magick that she'd never before experienced. He nibbled on her labia, drawing them between his lips. He slid his tongue against her clit, which had fully plumped out from its hood, pouting for attention.

Adam gave it what it wanted. Over and over. Harder and faster.

She grasped fistfuls of blanket and hung on as he sucked it between his lips and caressed it with his tongue. Just the sight of his blond head between her thighs was erotic enough to push her fast to the edge of an orgasm.

He slid a finger deep inside her sex, thrust a few times and then added another, stretching her sex in a deliciously pleasurable way. She let out a low moan.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked softly.

"Yes."

"I can't wait until I can slide my cock in there."

Her climax shattered over her, stealing her breath and her thought. Her back arched from the bed, but he remained latched to her, riding her through an intense pleasure that swamped her body and mind.

When it was over, he loomed over her, looking more feral than she'd ever seen him—every muscle in his body tense. His hand was on the button of his jeans and his gaze, which had gone dark and intent with arousal, focused on her face and held there. Then he hesitated and swore low and long under his breath. He punched the mattress beside her and then rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

Alarmed, Claire sat up. "Adam?" She touched his shoulder.

After a moment, he stood and pulled his shirt off. The muscles of his back rippled with the movement. "Sleep with me tonight, Claire. In my bed."

It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shirtless, but it made her mouth dry nevertheless. He was leanly built, not overly muscular, but just enough muscle to make you think he'd win any fistfight and would probably fight dirty to do it.

"That was the general plan," she answered in a shaky voice, drawing her knees together.

He took the rest of his clothes off, save the black boxer briefs that outlined the curve of his rear and the jut of his long, wide cock. Adam was still aroused, she could see it clearly. Her fingers itched to touch him, stroke that long, hard length.

Adam snapped off the light. He put her under his blankets, her back flush up against his chest and his arms around her. A satisfied sigh escaped her at the strength of his embrace, the scent of his skin close to hers, and the feel of his groin against her bare buttocks. "But Adam—"

"Shhhh… This is called spooning. It's something we aeamon and humans do. Do you like it?"

"Yes, very much."