THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

me.”
    He urged her onto her back. “I will, sweetheart. Until you scream.”
    Delicately, his fingers found her slick heat, his thumb her swollen clitoris. When he probed her entrance with two fingers, she rose to meet him, surging against his hand. And, oh, mercy, the sobbing sounds she tried to swallow back! Another bolt of lightning shot through him. Grimly, he clenched his jaw to prevent his teeth from erupting.
    Not yet.
    Her hips bucked harder, and her breathing grew ragged as he drove her up, up, and still further up.
    “That’s it, my sweet,” he praised, watching the fierce passion on her face. Her kiss-swollen lips were parted, gasping air, her eyes squeezed shut, the cords in her slender neck standing out. “Reach for it.”
    She came then, in panting, sobbing joy. And once again he had to fight off the twin demands of cock and tooth.
    Not yet, not yet. For God’s sake, not yet.
    “Omigod, Del. That was … that was—”
    He smiled into her eyes. “That was good, but you didn’t scream.”
    Before she could respond to that, he’d slid right off the bed, pulled her to the edge of the mattress, and knelt between her slender thighs.
    “Del!”
    “Relax.” He kissed her inner thigh, delighting in the way it trembled.
    “ Relax? ” The word came out as half laugh, half sob. “You really expect me to relax?”
    He laughed, letting his breath stimulate her most tender flesh, seeing her shudder. Lord, she was beautiful, sensitive, and so incredibly responsive. This, this was why he had to rein in the blood lust.
    “Perhaps I should just say hang on.”
    And hang on she did. To his sheets. She buried her fists in the bedding, thrashing her head from side to side, crying out. This time, he made sure the ascent was slower and more deliberate. And this time, when she exploded in bliss, the room rang with her cries.
    He kissed his way up her body, savoring all the physical evidence of her orgasm. Trembling stomach, nipples tightened to rock-hard points, heart still thudding crazily, the flush in her neck and face just beginning to subside.
    Now.
    Roughly, he hauled her back up fully onto the mattress and covered her with his body, nudging between her thighs. She shuddered beneath him.
    “Now, Ainsley.” He urged her legs wider apart, shifting until he found the moist heat of her with the tip of his cock.
    “Yes!” She bucked beneath him. “Now, Del.”
    He pushed into her. Oh, Lord, she was tight. Her muscles still spasming from her orgasm, gripped him snugly. The glide of her, the hot, wet grip of her flesh… Oh, Lord, he was losing his mind. He pulled out until just the sensitive glans remained buried in her heat, then plunged in again. And again and again.
    “Yes, yes, yes.”
    She wrapped her legs around him, rocking her hips, taking him deeper. He wanted to spin it out, make it last as long as he could, but her hands were on his back, her mouth hot on the point of his shoulder, his neck, wherever she could reach. The call of her blood rose, deafening now. He surged into her, harder, deeper, faster, until his control broke. With a guttural growl, he threw his head back and let his orgasm take him. As he pumped himself into her, his canines erupted.
     
    Ainsley trembled as her internal muscles milked the last of his essence. Dear Lord, she’d died and gone to heaven. She opened her eyes to tell him so, only to see his face descending toward her neck, fangs bared in unmistakable intent.
    A jolt went through her, part sexual excitement, part terror.
    “No, Delano! Don’t! You can’t.”
    As though deaf to her cries, he used his hands to angle her head, exposing her vulnerable throat.
    “Stop! Del, you don’t know what it’ll do.” Frantically, she pushed at his chest with her hands, but he was so strong. It was like trying to stop a hydraulic press. “Stop!” she cried again. “For God’s sake, it might kill you. Listen to me, Del. Where would we be then? Who’d stop Janecek? Who’d protect me?”
    His eyes, black as midnight, burned into hers. “Shut up, Ainsley.”
    Shut up? Shut up?
    Then he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her throat. She braced, expecting the hot, piercing pain of his cuspids, but he merely kissed her throat, grazing her skin ever so slightly with his teeth, tasting her skin, her pulse. She trembled.
    “Del—”
    “Dammit, Ainsley, this is my dream, and I make the rules here. So be quiet, would you?”
    Dream? Oh, Christmas.
    “You think this is