him.
She finished her food, then moved to retrieve his plate. As she did so, she turned to look at
him. It was a mistake.
Unable to stand it, he buried his hand in her soft auburn hair and pulled her closer to him. He
expected her to push him away.
She didn't.
Instead, she met his lips with remarkable passion. It was as if she wanted to devour him.
Velkan growled at her enthusiasm. It'd been the last thing he'd expected from her. But God,
how good she tasted. It was the most incredible moment of his life and all he could think of
was pulling her naked body flush to his.
Retta couldn't get enough of him as she folded herself into his arms. At least not until she
eagerly brushed her hands against his ribs and felt him cringe from the pain of his injuries.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, pulling back.
But he didn't let her go far. He pulled her back to him and gave her a kiss so sizzling that it
melted her completely. With a teasing laugh, she nibbled his lips. "You're still hurt."
"You're worth a little pain," he whispered before he buried his lips against her throat.
Retta groaned as chills spread over her, and her body heated up immediately. It'd been way
too long since they'd been together. She'd all but forgotten how good this felt. How good
Velkan felt. Leaning back, she pulled him with her until his weight was pressing her into the
bed. Still his lips didn't leave her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes were dark with
hunger as he cupped her breast while his thumb slipped beneath the lace to touch her skin.
She shivered at his hot touch as she pulled his shirt from over his head.
His skin was still burnt and angry looking, but even so, she'd never seen anything more
exquisite. He was so lean and ripped that she could see the outline of every muscle on his
chest. And she remembered the first time she'd seen him naked. He'd been hesitant, afraid
of hurting her. And she'd been stunned by the size of him. By the contrast of his masculine
body to hers. Where she was soft, he was hard. Where her skin was smooth, his was chafed
by battle scars and calluses. And his scent…
It was warm and masculine, all-consuming.
Shivering, she reached around and undid her bra, then let it fall to the floor.
Velkan could barely breathe. He still couldn't believe she was allowing him to touch her. Not
after all the anger she'd spewed. All the insults that had gotten back to him over the
centuries. If he were smart, he'd send her packing. But how could he? No matter the anger,
he knew the truth..
He still loved her. He still wanted her.
She was everything to him.
And she might change her mind…
That would be too cruel for words. Cruel even for the daughter of Vlad Tepes .
Her eyes dark with longing and passion, she moved from the bed to divest herself of her
pants. Velkan thought he was going to die as she reached for her panties. His breath came
in short, sharp bursts as she licked her lips, teasing him, exciting him. The tips of her fingers
went beneath the black satin fabric.
"Do you want me to leave?" she asked as she hesitated while he waited for her to lower that
damned skimpy piece of fabric.
What, was she insane? Or just plain cold?
"Hell, no," he growled.
Smiling, she slowly pulled the panties down her legs until she could step out of them. In that
moment, it was a struggle not to come from the sheer pleasure of seeing her naked alone.
Damn, but she had the hottest body the gods had ever gifted to a woman. Granted her
breasts weren't very large and her hips were a bit wide, it didn't matter to him. There was no
woman more perfect.
Retta loved the power she felt as he watched her with hooded eyes. Even so, she could tell
how eager he was. But that was nothing compared to how badly she wanted a taste of him.
She pulled the covers away from Velkan's body, then crawled back onto the bed between
his legs while never breaking eye contact with him. Her mouth dry, she finally dropped
She finished her food, then moved to retrieve his plate. As she did so, she turned to look at
him. It was a mistake.
Unable to stand it, he buried his hand in her soft auburn hair and pulled her closer to him. He
expected her to push him away.
She didn't.
Instead, she met his lips with remarkable passion. It was as if she wanted to devour him.
Velkan growled at her enthusiasm. It'd been the last thing he'd expected from her. But God,
how good she tasted. It was the most incredible moment of his life and all he could think of
was pulling her naked body flush to his.
Retta couldn't get enough of him as she folded herself into his arms. At least not until she
eagerly brushed her hands against his ribs and felt him cringe from the pain of his injuries.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, pulling back.
But he didn't let her go far. He pulled her back to him and gave her a kiss so sizzling that it
melted her completely. With a teasing laugh, she nibbled his lips. "You're still hurt."
"You're worth a little pain," he whispered before he buried his lips against her throat.
Retta groaned as chills spread over her, and her body heated up immediately. It'd been way
too long since they'd been together. She'd all but forgotten how good this felt. How good
Velkan felt. Leaning back, she pulled him with her until his weight was pressing her into the
bed. Still his lips didn't leave her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes were dark with
hunger as he cupped her breast while his thumb slipped beneath the lace to touch her skin.
She shivered at his hot touch as she pulled his shirt from over his head.
His skin was still burnt and angry looking, but even so, she'd never seen anything more
exquisite. He was so lean and ripped that she could see the outline of every muscle on his
chest. And she remembered the first time she'd seen him naked. He'd been hesitant, afraid
of hurting her. And she'd been stunned by the size of him. By the contrast of his masculine
body to hers. Where she was soft, he was hard. Where her skin was smooth, his was chafed
by battle scars and calluses. And his scent…
It was warm and masculine, all-consuming.
Shivering, she reached around and undid her bra, then let it fall to the floor.
Velkan could barely breathe. He still couldn't believe she was allowing him to touch her. Not
after all the anger she'd spewed. All the insults that had gotten back to him over the
centuries. If he were smart, he'd send her packing. But how could he? No matter the anger,
he knew the truth..
He still loved her. He still wanted her.
She was everything to him.
And she might change her mind…
That would be too cruel for words. Cruel even for the daughter of Vlad Tepes .
Her eyes dark with longing and passion, she moved from the bed to divest herself of her
pants. Velkan thought he was going to die as she reached for her panties. His breath came
in short, sharp bursts as she licked her lips, teasing him, exciting him. The tips of her fingers
went beneath the black satin fabric.
"Do you want me to leave?" she asked as she hesitated while he waited for her to lower that
damned skimpy piece of fabric.
What, was she insane? Or just plain cold?
"Hell, no," he growled.
Smiling, she slowly pulled the panties down her legs until she could step out of them. In that
moment, it was a struggle not to come from the sheer pleasure of seeing her naked alone.
Damn, but she had the hottest body the gods had ever gifted to a woman. Granted her
breasts weren't very large and her hips were a bit wide, it didn't matter to him. There was no
woman more perfect.
Retta loved the power she felt as he watched her with hooded eyes. Even so, she could tell
how eager he was. But that was nothing compared to how badly she wanted a taste of him.
She pulled the covers away from Velkan's body, then crawled back onto the bed between
his legs while never breaking eye contact with him. Her mouth dry, she finally dropped
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