Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

night of passion before her dirt nap. And she couldn’t think of anyone she wanted to be with more than him—for this one night.
    She’d told him this was how she usually dressed, and that was true, but she didn’t want him to suspect that she’d tried on everything in her bag twice. She’d stared in the mirror, considering her appearance for the first time in ages, wondering what he would find attractive about her—or was it merely the blooding that made him fancy her? She’d been so anxious about being intimate with a man after so long, she could scarcely close the tiny fastenings on her heels.
    Sad but true, she was grateful to him for his company. If he weren’t here, she would have done nothing but mull her death, but now he was with her, and there was something in his eyes, something a bit alarming that thrilled her.
    She bit her bottom lip. Call her Betty Fucking Crocker, because the cake was so going to be worth the bake.
    “You look beautiful.” Such simple words, but the way he said them, his eyes so compelling, gave her shivers.
    She glanced down at herself and back up. “Not too small?”
    That gorgeous grin again. Gazing at his chiseled, masculine face changing expressions was a decadent pleasure. “I love how you are made. Even as I’d worried about hurting you when I touched you.” Listening to the low timbre of his voice was just as blissful. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy these things so much, and yet she couldn’t help it.
    “Hurting me?” She gave a light laugh. “Losing limbs hurts. Boiling oil hurts. Whatever you can dish out, I can take—if I wish to.”
    He closed in, all hot, massive male, towering over her. Gods, he smelled good.
    “And do you wish to, Kaderin?”
    Yes! She wanted him to kiss her, to lick her body. Him, a vampire. When she nodded breathlessly, his hand cupped her face, drawing her in so he could take her lips.
    His kiss was gentle at first—though she could tell he struggled to make it so. Then he groaned, and it turned desperate, that gallows kiss. Tonight she shared the sentiment completely.
    The lights blinked twice, and she finally forced herself to break away. “We’re about to take off. It’s, uh, customary to sit.”
    He dropped into the closest seat, seizing her waist, then dragged her across his lap. When he settled her ass over his rampant erection, he hissed in a breath, and she gasped, reminded of his size.
    In an awkward attempt at conversation, she asked, “H-have you ever been on a plane before?”
    “No.” He brushed her hair from her neck to press a sizzling kiss to the bared skin. “And I doubt that I’ll remember much of flying this time.”
    When he nuzzled her neck, she stiffened and pulled away. “No biting?”
    “No, I promise,” he said. “I am sorry it happened that night.”
    As her uncontrollable emotions continued to do, unbidden words bubbled up from nowhere. “Sebastian, no matter what happens in the future, I want you to know that I’m... ” She glanced down and murmured, “I’m glad you’re here now.”
    But he curled his finger under her chin and caught her eyes. He looked proud of her. “Thank you for telling me this.”
    “I just felt I should.”
    “These feelings are confusing, are they not? Mine are, too. But we’ll muddle our way through.”
    She wouldn’t be around long enough to...
    With that thought in her mind, she turned to straddle him. Her hands trembled as she cradled his face. She leaned in to press her lips against the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and lower to his neck, then returned to brush her lips fully against his. As before, the mere contact of his lips with hers made her breathy and abandoned. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, setting in to him, licking his lips, his tongue.
    She drew back to work her sweater up and off, then reached back and unsnapped her lacy bra. When she faced him again, his gaze was rapt on her bared breasts, his jaw slackened.
    Today in the cave, she’d determined that he hadn’t wanted to rush their encounter. Now, she again had the idea that he wanted to take this slowly, and judging from his reaction, he thought she’d just skipped a step.
    “I... Katja... ” He swallowed, seeming to memorize the sight. As if he believed he’d never see something like this again?
    The awful truth was that she enjoyed him gaping at her breasts, enjoyed his pained expression when her nipples hardened right in front of his eyes.
    “So lovely,” he said,