Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

building into a giant tidal wave, spreading through her body like a flash fire, white hot and powerful. Wave after wave.
    Never ending. A shock that put her system on overload. She wept with the force of her release, the beauty and wonder of it, as she felt her body take his, forcing him with her, hearing his hoarse shout as his hot seed emptied into her.
    She felt his bite, the pleasure-pain of it, and her body clenched and rippled again and again as he took her blood in an erotic exchange. She arched her back, thrusting upward with her hips as her body continued to clench around his, squeezing down on him, milking every drop from his body. He swept his tongue across the swell of her breasts, closing the pinpricks and looked down on her with his sexy eyes.
    Just his look made her body react again, another wave washing over both of them. She raised her head to capture his mouth with hers, kissing him, holding him to her as she kissed her way down his throat. She felt his shaft harden again that fast, filling and stretching her as she licked at his pulse. A harsh groan escaped him.
    Her teeth nipped his skin and she felt the instant jerk of his erection. She bit down and he slammed his hips hard, burying himself deep, holding her bottom with one hand, forcing her to accept his wildly plunging body. She felt the taste of him exploding inside of her, filling her with his essence. She’d never felt so complete. So loved. She swept her tongue across the pinpricks on his throat and let her body go up another time, this time without resistance.
    She could hear her own soft gasps, smell their combined scents as the waves broke over her again and again before he found his own release.
    They lay together, their arms around each other, their bodies joined, neither wanting to move. It was several minutes before Razvan found the strength to move, rolling off her to stare up at the glittering ceiling, his fingers linking behind his head.
    â€œGive me a few minutes and I will carry you to the pool.―
    He turned his head, his smile tender, sending her heart somersaulting. He looked different. Younger. Happier. That same serenity was there, but this time there was love looking back at her with pure, undiluted happiness and joy. She wished she could share her emotions with him aloud, but she contented herself with surrounding him with the deepest feelings she had for him, overwhelming love, so much she couldn’t give voice, even telepathically.
    His fingers moved over hers, stroked small caresses until she linked her fingers with his. “Thank you, Ivory.―
    â€œFor what?― A smile escaped. “I think I should be thanking you.―
    His smiled widened. “You have given me the most beautiful experience of my life. Whatever else happens, I will always have the memory of you giving yourself to me.―
    â€œI was afraid,― she confessed in a low voice.
    â€œI know you were,― he said gently, “which made your gift all the more treasured.―
    â€œAre you really going to carry me to the pool?―
    â€œDon’t sound so scared,― he teased. “Somehow I will manage to find the strength. I promise, I will not drop you.―
    She tightened her fingers around his. “I know that. I just might feel silly.―
    â€œNo one is here but us, Ivory,― he pointed out, his tone more tender than ever.
    She felt her heart twist again. He could do that so easily to her.
    Move her. Make her melt. It wasn’t his incredible body or the way he took her to such heights, it was that enduring love he seemed to have for her. A rock. A foundation. Strong and accepting that made her feel as if she could always count on him.
    â€œI know.―
    â€œDo you think I will think less of you?―
    She was silent, contemplating his question, turning it over and over in her mind. She just felt ridiculous feeling about him the way that she did. Why couldn’t she let herself go in the way that he did?
    â€œI don’t think I know how to be a woman.― She didn’t know how else to say it.
    Razvan turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
    â€œIvory, you are my woman. You do not have to be like any other. I do not want any other. There is no comparison. Be who you are. Make no apologies, certainly not to me.― A small smile curved his mouth and he leaned forward to brush kisses over her