“I want you to scream for me, Kata.”
Kata’s hips lifted off the soft ground as he stroked his mouth over her hip bone and down the tender skin of her inner thigh.
“Scream? You’re not that . . . oh. Oh.” Her chest was so tight she could not breathe. “Do something, Uriel, I can’t take much more.”
“Tyrant.” Uriel relentlessly tugged her legs apart, slipping down the bank to kneel between her thighs. “I need to taste you.”
“But . . .” Her protest died in her throat as he shifted and stroked his tongue through her damp curls.
She cried out at the pure bliss that trembled through her body. Oh, this was decadent. Decadent and wicked. And if anything or anyone tried to interrupt, she’d rip out their hearts with her bare hands.
Quivering, she allowed herself to drown in the exquisite sensations. Over and over his tongue dipped into her gathering dampness, stroking with a steady rhythm that was custom designed for maximum pleasure.
Oh, he was fantastic.
A top of the line, first-class lover that made all the years of waiting worthwhile.
Then, gently he sucked the hidden nub into his mouth and Kata screamed as the entire world shattered in a burst of shimmering stars.
Caught off guard by the sheer force of her release, Kata was barely aware of Uriel sliding up her body and entering her in one smooth thrust. But as he captured her lips in a demanding kiss, she instinctively wrapped her arms about his shoulders and arched her back to meet the plundering strokes of his erection.
“Perfect,” he husked against her lips, his entire body trembling as he jerkily surged in and out of her body. “You’re perfect.”
Kata barely registered his soft words, lost in the mind-numbing pleasure that was once again building in her lower body. With every thrust he pressed deeper into her body, his fullness creating a delectable friction.
“Yes, Uriel . . . yes . . .” She urged him to a faster pace, raking her nails down his back as he drove into her with a single minded purpose.
“Mine,” he rasped as he scraped his fangs down the line of her throat. “My sweet Kata.”
With one last surge he tumbled them both over the edge of reason, remaining buried deep inside her as her scream of fulfillment echoed through the glade.
Chapter 7
Uriel smiled as Kata’s cries became soft moans of completion, his body still trembling from the pleasure of her wild passion.
Bloody hell.
He expected the explosion of bliss. He’d never experienced a woman with such a savage desire. And with Kata’s eager response to his touch, the resulting earth-rocking, mind-blowing, the-best-orgasm-ever had been inevitable.
But what he hadn’t expected was the primitive surge of possession that had settled in the center of his heart.
Mine .
The word had whispered over and over in his mind, settling deep in his soul.
Feeling Kata stir beneath him, he reluctantly rolled to the side, tightly tucking her against him. He growled at the satin slide of her naked skin and the beat of her heart that echoed in his own.
He hadn’t shared her blood, but already she was an intimate part of him.
A smile curved his lips as Kata tilted back her head, a shell-shocked expression on her beautiful face.
“That was . . .”
“Only the beginning,” he promised, his hand cupping her full breast.
The dark eyes flashed with ready fire. “Hey, don’t be making plans that include me, vampire.”
He chuckled, his finger circling the dusky nipple into a hard peak.
“Then don’t be making promises you don’t intend to keep.”
She moaned, her back arching and her hands running up the bare planes of his chest. But even as he shivered with a raw jolt of anticipation, she gave a startled gasp pulling back to study his chest with a frown.
“Oh, Uriel,” she breathed.
“What?”
Her fingers tenderly stroked the scar that marred his skin.
“You’ve been injured.”
With a hiss Uriel was on his feet, his hand instinctively covering
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