She swore she felt not just his body, but something more. She felt him, wrapped around her soul, protecting her, his strength cushioning her heart should she need to find solace.
She felt him holding her inside. Felt him bound to her as she had never been bound to another.
In that moment, Kita felt him become her mate.
“I love you.” Barely coherent, the words were torn from her lips. “Creed, I love you . . .”
And that love was answered.
A whisper at her ear as his teeth lifted from her flesh.
“My soul,” he groaned, shuddering in his release. “Sweet God, Kita, you’re my soul.”
And his lips covered hers again. His tongue took her mouth, his moan fed hers.
A kiss as sweet as it was demanding. As binding as it was primal.
It was the kiss that dreams were made of . . .