"You have to stop,” he pleaded hoarsely as he placed a trembling finger under my chin and drew me back up. His lips crushed against mine as he reached behind my head to untie the silk scarf.

I broke away from the kiss wanting to feast my eyes on him. His eyes were obsidian, darkened with desire, his jaw clenched as he fought for control, with hands still clutching at me. My gaze burned over his naked flesh memorizing every inch of his god-like body. As my eyes followed the path back up, I blushed furiously when my eyes collided with his too intense stare.

His thumb feathered over my cheek. “I’m going to miss this once you’re transformed,” he muttered forcing me to blush all the harder.

His hands moved down my shoulders, eyes never leaving mine. I knew mine were wide with fear. Yes, I was scared. His intensity was alarming and I knew that there was at least some discomfort in my near future, but all those worries were washed away as his hands skimmed over my ribs to the hem of my camisole. He slowly, painfully slowly, raised it over my head. I was left in my blue lace strapless bra, skirt, and knee high boots. I stood before him in less than ever, but I was no longer embarrassed. He peered at me with the same lust that I’d burnt with while I’d been memorizing him. The same awe. Insecure was no longer a word in my vocabulary. For the first time I felt beautiful and sexy.

His hand snaked around my back to unzip my skirt and worked it down my hips to reveal my matching thong.

He hissed as he took in my nearly naked form before closing the distance and taking me roughly in his arms. “Leave the boots on,” he whispered huskily as he guided me to the bed. The gold satin sheets were cool and slippery as he lay me back gently, regaining some of his control. He was in a half push up position keeping most of his weight off of me, but not moving. “Give me a minute,” he breathed rigidly. I remained immobile as he fought with his instincts both as a man and as a vampire.