Rolfe wanted to come inside her, but if he did that, he would probably scare her. He curled his hand around her neck and hissed. As he had predicted, he couldn't last long. He came soon all over her belly with a bellow he stifled against her skin. He snarled and snarled until he had ejaculated arc upon arc on her belly. "Iona!" he said her name repeatedly. "You will be the death of me." She would if she didn't marry him or if she left him even for a day.
He slumped and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She was exquisite and now that he had got her taste, he would never leave her. He felt her tiny fangs graze his shoulder and he stifled yet another moan. He knew she wanted to mark him and he was so ready, but he had to take it slow. He pulled his tunic and then wiped her belly. Before he slumped next to her, he pulled her to his chest, feeling like he could conquer the world with her beside him.
