Lavinia hopped into the shiny helicopter, wondering if she was dreaming.

As the night progressed, it felt more and more as if she were living a fairy tale. After the nightmare of Carolina’s death, Lavinia’s emotions were all over the place. One moment, she stood at the edge of a cliff, only darkness staring at her as the tentacles of bleak despair reached up. The next moment, Adrian touched her, and joy would paint her universe in bright colors.

Meeting Adrian had irrevocably changed her life. Even without tales of bloodmates and mysterious thirsts, she could have figured out by herself that the incendiary chemistry between them wasn’t just mere physical attraction. Adrian had only to look at her to ignite her senses. One brush of his tapered fingers reduced her to whimpers. When he had finally filled her, uniting them as one, she had cried from sheer happiness.

Her wolf had roared in her mind the entire time, demanding she bite him and bond them the way of the wolf. She might be a half-breed, but her reactions were the ones of a proper werewolf. Lavinia felt her beast’s unrest and longing and this spurred her lust. She wanted, needed, to mate Adrian for all eternity, and it would only be fair to offer her throat to him.

As foreign a thought it was to a werewolf, in the last few hours, Lavinia had started craving his bite. Although his touches and kisses had coaxed her wanton side as no other man had done before, there was a stronger emotion at play. She wanted him to feed from her because, Vampire’s Thirst aside, the moment she entertained the thought of another woman providing that service to Adrian, her heart shattered and her stomach painfully clenched.

“Are you okay, my love?” Adrian asked, bringing her back to the present.

Lavinia smiled at him. “Never better.”

His elegant hands made short work of the seatbelts and buckled her into the seat. Before lowering the headphones to her ears, he introduced her to the helicopter’s pilot, who turned from his bulky seat in the cockpit to wave over his shoulder at her.

A moment later, they were airborne, again. Adrian squeezed her knee in a reassuring gesture she much appreciated.

“I wish I could distract you properly,” he said. His voice coming through the headphone made the words more intimate. She blushed at his meaning, wondering what the pilot would think.

Adrian winked at her. “Give me your cell phone.”

Lavinia fished inside her bag and found her phone. There were a few missed calls from both her father and Maia, as well as several texts from Maia. Lavinia hadn’t checked her phone since the night before when she had left the gala with Adrian. She automatically made to open the messages, but Adrian took the cell phone from her only to input his number and give it back to her a moment later.

His eyes shining with mischief, he grabbed his own phone and started typing. When he was done, he looked up and pointed his chin at her cell phone. “You’ve got a text.”

Lavinia lowered her gaze to the screen of her phone where a notification had popped up.

I want you again, the text said.

He caressed her thigh in small circles as he typed again.

If we were alone, I would ask you to strip for me.

His touch elicited a long shiver that traveled up and down her body.

He texted her a third time. These jeans hug your form most pleasingly, but there is too much fabric between you and me. Don’t you think?

Already too weak at the knees, she could only nod as he continued planting images in her head.

“We’ll reach our destination in a few minutes,” Adrian said out loud. His low, husky voice was an aphrodisiac by itself. When combined with the soft touch of his hand and his texts, it made her feel like swooning. Could she faint from pleasure? It would seem like Adrian was bent on finding out.

I would ask you to straddle me, he typed next, his eyes never leaving hers.

You, completely naked. I, still fully clothed. His hand inched higher, resting on her mid-thigh.

Can you see us? His thumb stroked the inside of her leg.

Can you see how beautiful we are?

She gulped, the rise and fall of her chest becoming faster.

Adrian moved his thumb ever so slightly higher.

Sitting on my lap, your legs on either side of mine.

He let the thought sink in for a moment, and she closed her eyes. Her body tingled with anticipation. Warmth spread from her chest to her core. “Adrian,” she whispered.

“Look at me,” he said out loud. His soft command made Lavinia open her eyes wide. He indicated for her to check the screen.

I caress you slowly. You shiver and part your beautiful mouth.

Lavinia couldn’t help but react as he had just described.

Adrian’s eyes lingered for a moment on her lips before his free hand flew over the screen of his cell phone.

So red and swollen, ready for me.

His thumb moved higher still.

My fingers close around your nipple, pinching slightly. You open your legs wider.

A moan escaped Lavinia’s mouth. She was immediately grateful that the noise inside the helicopter covered every sound she might have made without even realizing it.

Your scent is intoxicating.

Adrian’s gaze had become smoldering. His thumb brushed between her legs in the softest of caresses, yet it made Lavinia throw her head against her seat.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded in her headset.

She did.

I pinch hard.

Lavinia felt the first frisson of pleasure build.

I tell you to open my pants.

Adrian gently pressed his thumb against her core.

You lower your mouth and take me between your lips.

Lavinia’s eyes went to his pants before looking back at him. His gaze was ablaze.

He typed again. I am hard.

His finger pressed deeper. Lavinia would have given anything for them to be alone. Her breasts felt heavy under the sweater, and she wished he could stop texting and cup her mounds instead.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile that promised more incendiary words. He finished typing and pointed his chin at her cell phone.

Your mouth is so soft around me. You take me deep inside.

Lavinia couldn’t help but gulp. She’d had boyfriends who’d attempted the sexy talk but usually fell short of the mark, turning her off with crude comments. It was unfair to even compare her exes with Adrian, though. He was in a league of his own.

Your lips and tongue caress me. I swell inside you. I’m coming.

Pleasure overtook Lavinia. Adrian’s touch deepened as he pressed the heel of his hand against her jeans.

“Adrian—”

He leaned toward her and silenced her gasp with his mouth. As he kissed her, she rode the waves of a shattering release, grinding against his hand. He stroked her a moment longer before slowly removing his hand from between her legs and lightly brushing her breast as he reached up to caress her cheek.

He broke the kiss, then. “We’ve arrived at destination.” His voice echoed in her headset.

The man was a miracle worker. He had cured her of her phobia of flying.

Still languid in the aftermath of the orgasm he had just given her, Lavinia looked outside. The helicopter had landed on a narrow strip of land bordering the ocean. When Adrian opened the cabin door, the salty breeze from the sea ruffled her hair, curling her long tresses at once. She breathed in the marine air, filling her lungs until her mind cleared from the sensual fog.

Adrian removed his headset before removing hers. He thanked the pilot for the smooth ride, making Lavinia blush, and jumped off onto the sandy soil.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Eros,” he answered, extending both arms for her to jump into his embrace.