Without thought, I step into him and inhale. Desire courses through my blood and heats my body like a warm summer night. A rush of moisture dampens my panties, and I moan. A switch from rational to irrational is flipped, and my hand moves of its own volition to his chest.

His pectoral muscles are defined, but not obnoxiously so. My hands move languidly from his pecs to his shoulders and to his biceps. I squeeze. His arms are rock hard. I purr at the feel of his warm skin under my fingertips.

He whispers my name. “Aurora.” He lets out a deep sigh as my hands continue to squeeze his flesh. He brushes a knuckle against my jaw and lets out a heavy sigh. “I can’t explain the things I feel for you, Aurora. In my four-hundred years, it makes no sense. But it also cannot be denied.”

“Tell me what you want, chérie. Tell me what you need. I will do anything you ask, just don’t ask me to walk away.”

My back hits the wall, and Carver leans into me, placing his hands on the wall on either side of my head, and my mouth waters for a taste of him.

“Why? Why do you affect me like this? It doesn’t make any sense.” I rub my face against his chest like a cat.

“I’ve asked myself the same question every day since we first met, chérie, and . . .” He trails off as I bite at his chest through his shirt. My hands are moving from his arms back to his chest, my nails leaving red marks along his skin. I splay my hands across his pecs and drag them down his ridged abdomen. His muscles jump beneath my fingers, and my inner vixen stretches in contentment.

His hands come to rest on my shoulders, and he grunts. “You’re impossible.” He lets out a breathy groan.

“No, you’re delusional.” I bring my lips up to his collar bone. My mouth hovers over his skin as I breathe him in. My tongue leaves a slick line of flesh in its wake. I roll my eyes up to meet his, and I blow cool air on the damp line. He shivers in response. His pleasure at my actions is palpable. Almost tangible. I can almost see it in the air. His scent has deepened. My desire for him only increases as I continue my exploration of him. Tingling need jolts through me, and I press forward trying to ease the ache between my thighs.

Inside, I feel like I’m being torn in two. I should stop this. I don’t truly know him, but I can’t.

Carver stops my internal debate as he grabs me, one hand tunneling in my hair, and brings my lips up to his. He kisses me with a savage passion, and between one kiss and the next, I’m lost. His tongue invades my mouth with a mastery I can’t comprehend. The kiss isn’t rushed. It’s slow and methodical. He takes his time exploring every recess of my mouth. He coaxes my tongue to play with his, to follow it back into his mouth where I can explore. His hand cradles the back of my head as he tilts it to the exact angle he wants.

With a satisfied sound, his tongue teases me with quick laps to my sensitive lower lip. A low gasp slips past my lips. My entire body feels like I touched an electric outlet. Ecstasy courses through me, and my knees weaken. I let go of all other thoughts except Carver’s mouth on mine. Wanton and needy, I inhale again and draw his scent inside of me. I’m lost to the sensations bombarding me at his touch.

His hands slide from my hair down my body. He takes his time as his hands make their way down. Past my shoulders, his large hands spread until his thumbs rub against the sides of my sensitive breasts.

“Yes,” I exhale on a breath. My breasts are swollen and heavy. Begging to be touched.

He swipes his thumbs under them, teasing me. At my plea, he continues his trek further down my trembling body. Past the swell of my ass, he lifts me with no effort at all. My legs wrap around him, and I feel his hardness at my core.

I tilt my hips and grind against his cock. It’s not enough. “More,” I plead.

He doesn’t answer me, only kisses me. He walks back towards the couch, his mouth still on mine. I tear my mouth from his and nudge his head to the side so I can kiss my way down his cheek to his jaw. I grip the hem of his shirt and yank it upwards. I want to feel his skin against my own. I’m desperate for the feel of his skin sliding over mine as we move together. His hands grip my ass, and he deposits me on the back of the couch. I cross my ankles behind his back, so he can’t retreat. The teasing pressure of his hard cock against my wet center is driving me crazy. Not enough to do anything but make me want more, but just enough that I can’t bear the thought of losing the sensation.

He leans his torso away, and with his help, I remove his shirt. My hands go to his muscled chest. I splay my fingers over his smooth skin and dig my nails in deep leaving marks. I want to mark him as my own. The need is primal. Before I can draw blood, he distracts me with his mouth and like a moth to flame, my lips follow wherever he leads me.

He trails kisses from my lips to my neck, his teeth nipping at me. Too quickly, he ends his movements and leans back once more. I let out a sound of despair at the distance between us.

“Hush,” he soothes me as he hooks his fingers under the straps of my dress. He yanks the fabric down my arms trapping them at my sides. He traces a finger across the neckline of the dress until he stops in the center. Hooking his finger in the fabric, he pulls until my breasts are freed from the garment.

The cool breeze of the air conditioner puckers my nipples to hardened points. He smiles and licks his lips. His gaze focuses on my breasts and the movements they make with each rough breath I take.

I try to move to bring his mouth back to mine, but the straps of my dress restrict me. Frustrated, I claw at the fabric, tearing it enough to free me. With a triumphant smirk, I toss my head back in challenge, my hair tickling my lower back.

His eyes flash, and he presses himself against my center. The pressure on my clit takes my breath in a huff.

“Yes…” I wiggle my hips for more.

“I was going to take my time with you, ma belle, but you have left me no choice.”

With quick movements, his hands grip the hem of my dress and pull. The sound of tearing fabric greets my ears, and a thrill goes through me. With a jerk, he frees himself, and I get a brief glimpse of the size of him. My eyes go wide, and moisture rushes to my cunt.

He hooks a finger in my panties and yanks them to the side. Wetness meets with his flesh, and he hisses out a breath. I watch his face as he lines himself up with my entrance and drives into me in one punishing thrust.

“Fuck yes!” I throw my head back and dig my nails into his back.

“So tight around me, ma belle. J’adore.” Each ridge on his dick drags across the delicate folds of my pussy.

“Mmm, yeah. So good.” I lean forward, the scent of him guiding me to just above his nipple. My fangs explode out of my gums, and I bite down, his blood squirting into my mouth, an explosion of desire mixed with contentment cascading through me. The sweet taste of his blood still on my tongue, I lick the punctures as he continues his conquest of my body. In and out. Quick and rough. With each thrust in, his pelvis hits my clit. The pleasure makes me cry out each time.

He slides his hands between my ass and the couch and grips me tight as he pushes into me. My hard nipples rub against the dusting of hair on his firm chest. The sensation tantalizes me. I want his teeth on my nipples.

As if he can read my mind, he bends me back over his arm. Hard nips of his fangs lead a trail down my neck to my chest. I arch my back as hard as I can, presenting my aching breasts to him.

“I know what you want, ma belle.” He speaks the words against my skin, the timber of his voice vibrating through me.

“Then give it to me.” I pant. I just need a little more. A little more, and he will push me over the edge into a bliss filled oblivion.

He doesn’t respond to me. He only clamps his teeth down on my areola, his tongue drawing a circle as he nips at me. I can feel his gaze on me while he thrusts harder and harder into me. I don’t care. I only want to fall over the edge into gratification.

“Ma belle. Look at me.” I shake my head, and he growls. I can’t look at him while he overwhelms my body with rapture. “Look at me while I pleasure you, mon trésor.”

My eyes slit open, and I growl back at him. I dig my nails into his back punishingly until blood is drawn. I inhale and lick my lips. That scent that drives me wild in its purest form. His blood. I want it. I crave it. I bare my teeth at him and hiss.

“Non, ma belle.” His command is guttural and harsh. His fangs flash at me between his lips. His mouth goes back to my hard nipples, and I feel a sharp pinch. The pain of his fangs tickles at some objection I have, but as soon as the heavenly feeling takes over, the thought is lost.

I watch in fascination as his mouth suckles my breast. He sucks at my nipple drawing blood from the punctures his fangs made. I don’t want him to stop. My blood heats in my veins from the euphoria coursing through me. My pulse concentrates at my nipple, and it pulses with each suck of his lips.

His throat works, and he swallows my blood. His fangs are still in my flesh and drops of my blood slip past his lips. I watch as the drops disappear below my neckline. I lick my lips again and he slaps my ass.

The flesh warms as his hand rubs at the spot. I moan in need. I’m so close. I throw my head back again and let the onslaught of pleasure wash over me.

“Come for me, ma belle.”

My sex pulses around his thick cock, and I pant his name. “Carver. Mmm, yes, Carver.”

His strokes are no longer even. He laps at my breast as more blood trickles from the puncture marks. His breath is hot against the sensitive skin as he pounds into my slick channel.

Thrust. “Tell me what you need, ma belle.” Thrust. “Tell me.” Thrust.

His final command throws me over the cliff, and I fly into ecstasy screaming his name. My walls tighten around him as I come. Waves of pleasure assault my nerve endings and he continues to thrust inside me.

“Encore une fois. One more, ma belle. Encore une fois.”

His thumb notches against my cleft, and he applies pressure to my clit. His touch on the bundle of nerves sends me over the edge again on the end of my first orgasm, and I scream until I can’t scream anymore.

I clutch at him while I ride each crest of bliss. He jerks in my arms and stills, buried deep inside me. Mumbled French falls from his lips as he pumps into me once more. Our chests heave, and we pant from the exertion. Bodies slick with a mixture of sweat and the blood still trickling from the two punctures on my breast, I sigh and roll onto my back.

Carver adjusts and then does the same, he opens his mouth to speak, but I place a finder over his lips.

“No. No talking tonight, okay? The real conversations can happen tomorrow.”

He nods “All right, ma belle. Just for tonight.”

He takes my hand tugging me half onto him. Though I’d only woken just a while ago, the combination of our intense, mind-alerting sex, blood loss from Carver’s bit, and the newness of the transition have me thoroughly spent. I lay my head on his chest and moments later, I fall into the deepest sleep of my life.