“Please, Alexander,” she whispered, emotion and passion surging within her. She knew what she wanted, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely deserving.
His eyes were brilliant, excited, hungry as he stood and quickly removed his clothes. When he stretched out over her, she opened for him. Forever. He was hers forever. The concept was unbelievable, impossible—but she knew better than to fall prey to that word. Nothing was impossible. Their love had proved that.
With one deep thrust, Alexander was inside her, deep, protected, where he belonged. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight. When his head dropped, nuzzling at her breast, she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait. She arched against him.
I LOVE YOU.
The words entered her mind just as his fangs struck her heart.
Sara gasped, reared up, felt as though she’d been hit by a bullet, but in seconds the pain ebbed and pleasure like she’d never imagined possible flooded through her trembling body.
It felt as though his mouth were on her clit, suckling, pulling her into the most intense climax of her life. And she couldn’t hold on; she came, hard and uncontrolled, and as she bucked her hips, Alexander drank, fed, took deep pulls straight from her heart into his.
Sara felt the change come over her, like honey flowing from her toes all the way up into her mind. She was herself, but so much more. She was his. She was eternal.
Alexander pulled away from her chest, his eyes filled with a love, with a pleasure that couldn’t be contained. He kissed her then and she tasted her own blood on his tongue, sweet as nectar, sweet as the promise of a long, lasting future with the one she loved. He kissed her again and again—her cheek, her neck, her collarbone.
“You are mine,” he growled into her ear, making her shiver. “Forever. My eternal love.” He bit down gently on her lobe, laved at the curve, then flicked the tender spot behind with his tongue. Suddenly, he stilled; then his tongue lapped. Once, twice, a third time.
His hands came up to her face and he pressed her ear forward. “Dear God.”
Sara pulled back. “What’s wrong? What is it?”
His face was a mixture of shock and amazement, love and understanding. He took her hand and placed it behind her ear. “Do you feel it?”
Her fingers grazed something. Something small, rough.
“The key,” he uttered, then broke out in laughter, his cock still deep inside of her. “My brand, my mark. It was hidden. All this time.” His eyes locked with hers and he began to move. “Oh God, my Sara.”
“I love you, Alexander,” she said, her arms going around his neck, pulling him close.
“And I love you. My truest mate.” He thrust into her, going as far as her body would allow, and when Sara could no longer control her own need, her own hunger, she bit into the skin of his shoulder, the spot that belonged to her, that had called to her so many times, and when she tasted the eternal sweetness her new life’s blood, she drank deep.