Page 64 of The Vampire’s Temptation

He’d noticed the ladder directly behind her earlier. Reaching for her hands, Kenton guided them upward and wrapped her fingers around the rungs on either side of her head.

“Hold on,” he said.

But Alessandra wasn’t listening. She was watching him, her eyes having finally lifted to his face.

“I am going to fuck you, Alessandra, and you’re going to help me.”

She would know her strength before they were done. Reaching down, he thrust two fingers inside her and nearly came apart, her wetness his undoing.

In Florence, back in 1904, he’d heard Enrico Caruso sing a mere ten feet away from him. Even his normally insensitive brother had admitted no sound in the world could ever compare.

At the time, he had agreed.

But no longer.

Alessandra’s low moan would haunt his dreams.

He withdrew his hands and entered her swiftly, simultaneously wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Holy shit, Kenton.”

She said that a lot.

Knowing she could hold herself up easily, Kenton gripped her hands on the bars only to steady himself against her. With every thrust, her breasts pressed into his body, and the sensuality of her, the strength, made him feel like an untried boy. Capturing her lips to keep her from alerting the guard, Kenton used his tongue to mimic their movements below.

Kenton waited for her legs to tighten around his waist. And then, just like the first time she found release, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. He would not look away, and neither would she. Ever so slowly, he circled his hips and then thrust his full self into her.

“Holy—”

“Shit. You’ve mentioned that.”

He smiled, enjoying her relaxed grin as much as he had the sight of her hooded eyes filled with desire.

“You set the pace,” he said, following her lead.

And she did. Slow at first and then faster and faster until he was pumping into her with wild abandon. When her mouth opened and her eyes began to close, Kenton stopped her.

“Look at me, remember?”

“Oh,” she swallowed.

He reached down between them—even at this pace he could find what he sought—and it took just a moment longer. Clenching around him, she climaxed so powerfully that Kenton could feel each pulse as if it were his own. The intensity of it ruined his good intentions of allowing her to relish in her release before he found his own. Instead, he lost himself in her.

Lost himself so completely that, when it was done, his entire body shuddered in the aftermath.

Releasing his grip, Kenton finally wrapped his hands around Alessandra’s waist and lifted her from him. And then shocked himself even more, if such a thing were possible, by pulling her tightly against him, his hands delving into the tangled mass of her hair. Breathing in the smells of summer and vanilla, of pure Alessandra, he was prepared to linger there, to relish in this moment of pure joy. Had he ever felt such contentment?

That was when she full-on cupped his ass in her hands.

“You’re like a solid piece of rock. Everywhere.”

He pulled away enough to look her in the eye.

“I am a vampire, love.”

“And you’re all like that?”

“To a degree. The curse made us stronger.”