“Deacon, please.” She begged for it, needed it, wanted it so badly she knew she’d never survive his assault on her senses without release, and soon.

  But he only chuckled, a dark laugh that sent goose bumps racing up her skin. “Not yet, my love. Soon.”

  She wouldn’t focus on the fact he’d called her his love. She wouldn’t. It had meant nothing, just an endearment spoken in passion. She was a fuck to a man like Deacon Black, and nothing more. Which was exactly what she wanted. The only thing she wanted. Just to get fucked, to feel a cock slide into her wet pussy and make her a woman at last.

  At least that’s what she’d keep telling herself.

  “Turn around, Gina.”

  He finally loosened his grip on her and turned her to face him. His face was bathed in the moonlight streaming in the windows, casting a harsh glow on his features. He looked pained, frowning at her in a way that made her wish she could get inside his head and know what he was thinking.

  “Is there something wrong?” she asked, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind.

  “Yes, there is.”

  Oh, God, here it comes. The you’re-not-quite-what-I-expected-and-I’ve-changed-my-mind-speech. “What is it?”

  “You have too many clothes on. I want to see your body.”

  Relief flooded her, followed immediately by a high anxiety that threatened to send her breathing into hyperventilation mode. Couldn’t he just raise her skirt and fuck her in the dark? Did he have to see her body? She looked down at the red velvet covering her, the snug corset holding her assets in place. It felt safe, like body armor.

  “Gina, look at me.”

  She did and he graced her with a sensually devastating smile. “I’m going to undress you. I’ve been visualizing you standing naked in front of the windows. I want to look at you, touch you, and taste every inch of your creamy skin.”

  His words flowed over her like a tender caress, so sweet. The words she’d spent her lifetime wanting to hear.

  Deacon wrapped his arms around her, easily finding the zipper of her dress. He kept his gaze focused on her face as he slowly drew the zipper down, then reached for the shoulders of her dress. Slowly, he drew the velvet down to her waist, then over her hips, until it puddled at her feet. He held out his hand and she stepped out of it.

  Now, standing there wearing only her corset, thigh-high stockings and heels, she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut so she wouldn’t see his disappointment.

  “You take my breath away, love.”

  She searched his eyes, but found only sincerity. Still, she found it difficult to believe that Deacon could have any woman he wanted, and had chosen her.

  “Quit trying to second-guess what’s on my mind, Gina,” he warned. “Trust me, you couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  The mind reading thing was a little freaky, but she supposed it was because her emotions were so transparent.

  Deacon reached out and traced her shoulder with his fingertip, then trailed his fingers down her arm and took her hand. He pulled her toward the window, bathing her in the glittering lights of Las Vegas.

  “Your face glows in these lights,” he said, bending down to gently kiss that hollow space in her collarbone. His tongue snaked out and licked her, then traveled lower and lower. He laved the swell of one breast, dipped his tongue into her cleavage, then tasted the top of the other breast. She panted and held on to his shoulders as he dropped to his knees and cradled her against him.

  She swept her fingers through his full, dark hair and thought herself the luckiest woman on Earth at this moment.

  Deacon slipped off Gina’s shoes, then moved his hands over her skin in a slow caress from her ankles to her calves.

  He’d never been with a woman so responsive to his touch. He felt every tremor, reveling in the knowledge that he could affect her so. He’d make this good for her. Very good. It was the least he could do considering what she unknowingly would be doing for him.

  Gently gliding his hands up her legs, he stopped when he reached the lacy tops of her stockings. She sucked in a rasping breath and held on to his shoulders. When he kissed the exposed skin above her stockings, her breath hitched. The musky scent of her arousal drove his desire up another notch. His cock throbbed, aching to be buried deep within her virginal flesh.

  Her legs trembled when he turned her around to untie the laces of her corset. Damn women’s contraptions anyway. It would be easy to use his strength to rip the thing apart with his teeth. But it was vital that he not reveal himself yet. So he took his time, driving her and himself crazy with every agonizing row of laces. Finally, he pulled the corset apart and turned her around.

  Gina chewed her lower lip, her gaze fixated on his as he pulled the corset away from her body and slid it down. Her full body was exposed to him and she stood rigid, her body like stone. Whether it was because she was frightened or embarrassed he wasn’t certain.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, partly to reassure her, but mostly because it was true and she clearly didn’t realize it. Her full curves tantalized him. Her ample breasts swelled and blushed, the dark areolas surrounding rigid nipples that begged for his mouth.

  He rose and stepped back, admiring her body. She moved to cover herself. “Stop. Put your hands down. I want to look.”

  Gina paused, then dropped her hands at her sides, her fingers curling into fists. Such sweet innocence, and he’d taste all she had to offer tonight. Right now it was all he could do to keep from pouncing on her like the animal he was. Her body was that of an angel—creamy, full, begging for a man to love it. The sight of her standing in the half-light wearing nothing but stockings was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. No practiced courtesan from long ago, no experienced prostitute or even starlet from today could ever compare to this vision of purity before him.

  Guilt tightened his stomach, made him wish that things could be different. He felt something for Gina, and he hadn’t felt a goddamn thing for too many years.

  But there was no going back now. He stood, lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. She was a goddess in the moonlight, her dark hair spread out like a fan on either side of her head, her full red lips begging for his mouth. Keeping his gaze focused on her face, he slowly undressed, loving the way she licked her lips hungrily as she watched.

  Gina decided she must have sand or something in her throat, because it had gone completely dry. Watching Deacon remove his clothing piece by delectable piece was nearly unbearable. Every inch of the body he revealed was perfection.

  What the hell was a guy like him doing with her? His broad shoulders led to an equally expansive chest which was sprinkled with dark, curling hair that she’d love to tangle her fingers around. Not too muscular, either—she didn’t care for those bodybuilder types at all. Deacon was lean, tall, and utterly gorgeous.

  She wanted to lick every inch of him. Starting with the magnificent cock standing proudly between his legs.

  “Oh no. First I lick you.”

  Oh God, he really could read her mind. “How do you do that?”

  His lips curled upward. “A gift.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re psychic or a mind reader?”

  “No. Your face gives you away. You licked your lips while I was undressing.”

  He crawled onto the bed. Her heart beat so rapidly she was afraid she might pass out, especially when his skin brushed against hers. His cock rubbed her thigh and she felt the moisture within her gathering.

  Dammit, why didn’t he just fuck her?

  Chapter Four

  Deacon asked himself the same question Gina had just thought. Why didn’t he just fuck her? He wanted it, needed it, and she sure as hell had been mentally begging for it.

  It would be much easier to do what he needed to do if he just drove hard and deep inside her and finished this. The longer he dragged this out, the more emotion he poured into this act, the more difficult it would be at the end.

  But he felt such a compelling need to please her, to bring her to a shattering release and feel her body shudder and writhe underneath his mouth and hands.

  He pulled her against him and took her mouth in a ravaging kiss. She arched her back, her breasts begging for his touch. In response, he grazed her nipples with his thumb and reveled in her soft moans. Drinking in her cries of delight, he plunged his tongue between her lips the way he wanted to thrust his cock into her wet heat—hard, fast and deep, until she was breathless and panting, her nails raking his back.

  It would be so easy to slip his shaft into her. She was ready. Past ready, if her moans and movements were any indication.

  Not yet. Give her pleasure, make this night, her last night, one of utter fulfillment. He heeded his mind and slipped down, nestling between her legs.

  Dark, moist curls greeted him. Her scent was roses and musk, sweet and sensual. He bent his head and kissed her inner thigh, lightly nibbling at the artery pulsing there. The urge to sink his teeth into that pulsing flesh was nearly overwhelming, but he fought back the primal instinct to feed. His cock twitched at the knowledge that he’d soon be drinking in more than just the juices of her pussy. Taking a woman that way, becoming one with her for a few brief moments while he drank in her life force, tantalized him in ways he could never understand He just accepted it was part of who and what he was.

  It was always this way, but never more so than it was tonight, with this woman. The expectation of diving deep into her soul and taking her, absorbing the juices of her sex along with the streaming blood of her existence, was the ultimate physical excitement.

  Gina had a powerful life force that compelled him, aroused him more than he wanted to be aroused. He didn’t like the pull of emotions she’d drawn from him, and yet he was powerless against her in that regard.

  What was between them simply was, and could not be questioned.

  “God, Deacon, please,” she whispered.

  She didn’t need to beg him any longer. He licked the moisture from her pussy lips, rewarded with her shrieks of delight. Holding firmly to her hips to keep her in place, he loved her cunt thoroughly, lapping her juices and suckling the hidden nub underneath its hood.

  Her body tensed, her muscles rigid with her efforts to hold back. Deacon knew she’d come in an instant if he licked just the right spot, but she was trying to push away. He stopped and looked at her. Her face was drawn tight, eyes closed, her head thrown back in a pose of utter ecstasy.

  “Let me have you, Gina,” he commanded. “Let go for me.”

  She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her eyes darkened to a dusky purple. Her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths. Focusing his eyes on hers, he lowered his mouth and covered her clit with his lips, sucking the bud between his teeth.

  The explosion bubbled up inside her, but Gina was reluctant to let go. She’d never climaxed in front of anyone before, but God help her she couldn’t hold back much longer. She wanted to come for Deacon.

  His mouth was magic, his tongue lapping at her clit and sending her into a soaring frenzy. Heat burst through her when he plunged his tongue inside her pussy. She grabbed his head and held on as he took her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Come for me, Gina. Let me taste you.”

  His seductive words mixed with the movements of his tongue against her aching flesh burned her alive. She screamed out her orgasm as it flashed through her body like searing lightning. She bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against his eager mouth.

  She was going to die, literally going to die. She couldn’t breathe and her body had gone limp. Deacon moved up next to her and pulled her into his arms, renewing her desire with a deep, lingering kiss.

  He devoured her lips, his tongue sweeping against hers. She fought the need for him, fought back the emotion threatening to make her think this was more than just a one-night fuck.

  She wouldn’t, couldn’t feel that way about Deacon. Forcing those thoughts to the background, she concentrated instead on the delicious sensations sweeping through every part of her body.

  “Now, Gina, I make you mine.”

  Should she tell him she was a virgin? Would he even notice, or even care? Was it even important to him that he knew?

  Deciding discretion was wiser at this point, she welcomed his weight on top of her. He held her wrists flat to the mattress, spread her legs apart with his knee, and settled against her. His cock teased her swollen flesh, gently sliding against her clit until she lifted her hips to meet him.

  “Look at me, Gina.”

  She focused on his face, the small wrinkles in the corners of his dark eyes, the way his features tensed as he poised above her.

  With one quick thrust he was inside her, and she knew in that instant she would never be the same again.

  Tears pooled and fell at the enormity of her feelings. How could she know that there’d be some wild connection between them? She felt him everywhere inside her, from her curling toes, to her racing heart, to her very soul.

  He took her mouth in a tender kiss. “Ah, my love, I had no idea it would be like this.”

  Deacon felt it too. How could this be? And yet, she’d known from the first moment he was special. Not his looks or his fame, but something deep inside him that touched her like a magical spell.

  He moved gently within her, slowly at first. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips, meeting each of his strokes. He filled her, his length and thickness nearly too much to bear. When he thrust deep, she cried out, sweet rapture flowing all the way to her belly.

  Suddenly, she was aware of every part of him that touched her. The way the crisp hairs of his legs tickled hers, his muscular thighs pressing in on her, his chest brushing back and forth across her breasts as he moved within her. Winding her hands up his arms, she felt the corded tension in his biceps, knew instinctively that he possessed some sort of special power or strength, but didn’t want to think about anything so monumental right now.

  Her mind was already too full of Deacon’s body, his heated breath sailing across her cheeks as he moved his lips down to her neck. He focused on the pulse point there, bathing it with his tongue, lightly nipping it with his teeth. She could swear he had some kind of artery fetish the way his hands moved over her inner thighs and caressed the throbbing vein there or when he held her wrists, his thumb gently sliding back and forth over her pulse.

  It was the most breath-stealing experience she’d ever had. As if he searched for her life force, her very essence of existence, and found it irresistible. In turn, she found it stimulating in ways that had nothing to do with blood flow through her veins.

  He swept his hands under her ass and cupped her, pulling her tighter against him. His thrusts increased in speed and depth, and she vaguely registered that the cries permeating the quiet night were her own.

  “Your blood burns hot, Gina,” he whispered against her ear. “Like water coming to boil…it bubbles up, ready for tasting.”

  His words made no sense. She didn’t care. This whole night made no sense, but it was the most exquisite experience she’d ever had and she’d do nothing to change it. This enigmatic, gorgeous man pumped hard between her legs, with every thrust making her more and more the woman she’d known lurked inside her.

  A bravado she’d never felt before surfaced. She clung to his damp body, raking her nails down his back as he fucked her hard and deep. “Yes, Deacon, like that,” she commanded, not even recognizing her own voice. “Harder.”

  He growled against her throat and lifted up, his face taut, his gaze holding her pinned to the mattress. “You want to be fucked hard, little angel?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her passions firing hot, scorching her. She cried out for mercy when he pulled his cock back, nearly leaving her completely, only to drive so deeply within her that she screamed. Her cunt tightened around him, pulsing with her impending orgasm.

  “Come for me, Gina. Come on my cock. I want to feel your juices pouring down over my balls.”

  He reached between them and grazed her clit with rapid, light strokes.

  She couldn’t take any more and cried out as the lapping flames consumed her, melted her, burned her alive until her skin felt on fire. “Deacon, I’m coming!”

  The scorching climax continued, rolling over her like a fast-moving forest fire, relentless and unyielding.

  “Now you are mine forever,” he groaned, tightening his hold around her and letting out a fierce howl as he came. She held tight to him as he rode out his orgasm, his body shuddering against hers, then finally still.

  She caressed his damp skin, kissing his shoulder, loving the weight of his body on top of hers. Then a sudden sadness enveloped her. She knew, no matter how glorious it had been for her, she was but one of hundreds of women that Deacon knew, and there would be nothing between them after tonight.

  And dammit all if she wasn’t already in love with him.

  She lifted his head to press a kiss to his lips.

  The lights outside reflected against his face, outlining it as clearly as if it were daylight.

  Gina blinked, looked again, then froze, her body turned to ice.

  Deacon’s face had changed. His eyeteeth had elongated and a ferocious visage replaced his handsome features.

  What the hell? She pushed against him, hard, and he jumped up, recoiling with a snarl to the corner of the bed.

  “Deacon!” she cried, not understanding what had happened. He looked like he’d applied the Bite Me makeup that turned him into a vampire on each week’s episode. “This is not funny, and how did you do that?”

  “Easy,” he said, his voice dark and dangerous. “It’s real.”

  She had no more scoffed at his statement than his face morphed before her eyes. In place of the vampire was the Deacon she had just made love to.

  Realization dawned on her. She shivered uncontrollably and backed up against the headboard, for the first time tonight wishing she was anywhere but here.

  No. It isn’t real. This can’t be happening.