Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

gripping her so firmly. The long hair falling around his face was like that of a fallen angel.

    He moved just slightly and the friction against her most sensitive spot sent her mind reeling with pleasure.
    She gasped, stiffened, her gaze locking with his as her entire body tightened around his cock, clamping down almost violently, gripping and milking while sensation after sensation tore through her body. Her orgasm burned through her core, a firestorm out of control, flaming through her stomach, spreading up to her breasts and down her thighs. She screamed as his cock swelled even more, and he emptied himself, the condom keeping her safe. She could feel the scorching heat, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

    Dominic collapsed over the top of her, struggling for breath, holding her tight, her legs still trapped over his arms, his body still locked with hers. He didn’t want to ever leave her. The moment he had the strength, he gathered Solange in his arms and rolled over, bringing her on top of him like a blanket, her head on his chest, ear over his pounding heart.

    For the first time in his life he felt complete. So many centuries he had felt utterly alone, and now he would never be alone. Holding her felt right. He allowed his hand to slide down the curve of her back to the rounded curve of her buttocks. She was his, and she’d given herself freely, without reservation, opening her mind and heart to him. She’d taken him into her body, his private haven, his sanctuary.

    His other hand tangled in her wealth of hair. He loved the feel of her, all silk and satin. Her soft skin seemed to melt into him, become part of him. He moved slightly, feeling the instant reaction of her inner muscles, how they gripped and pulsed around him, clamping down as if she didn’t want him to leave her body.

    His feelings for her were so overwhelming he couldn’t speak for a moment. You know that I love you, Solange. He made it a statement, because there was no way she couldn’t know.

    He felt her smile. She made an effort to lift her head enough to lap at his pulse, a slow, languid movement a lifemate would make naturally. His body responded with a jerk of his cock. He wanted—no, needed—to feel her bite, to exchange blood in the Carpathian way.

    She pressed a kiss over the pounding beat. Yes, I can feel that you love me. Her voice turned shy. I hope you feel how much I love you.

    He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, waiting until she snuggled into him. Thank you for your trust. I will always hold it as a precious gift from you.

    She rubbed her chin along his chest, and then nuzzled against his throat. “You say things that turn me inside out, Dominic.” She swallowed hard. “I didn’t know a man could be like you.”

    “I am perfectly fine with you thinking that.” And he was. His woman was his alone, and he liked that no one else ever saw this side of her. She reserved her trust and faith for him.

    “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again,” she said, one hand sliding up his chest to curl around his throat. “Does it get better than this? Because if it does, I won’t live through it.”

    He laughed softly. “You will live. I will see to that. Because I intend to repeat this experience as often as possible.”

    “Of course you do.”

    “But without the condom. I want to feel every inch of you surrounding me.” He allowed his body to slip from hers.

    “I told you the parasites would avoid contact with me.”

    “I refuse to take a chance.”

    Silence greeted his statement, although he detected a slight moue with her lips.

    “Did you just roll your eyes?” he demanded.

    She laughed softly. “It could have happened,” she admitted.

    He rolled her over abruptly, pinning her body beneath his, his expression stern as he looked down into her laughing face. His hands framed her face and he kissed her. It wasn’t what he meant to do, but he couldn’t help himself. She was so beautiful to him, so miraculous. Solange Sangria Dragonseeker. His.

    He loved her mouth, the taste of her, the heat of her, the long, drugging kisses she never pulled away from.
    She opened herself to him, kissing him back over and over until they both ran out of breath and he collapsed on top of her again.

    Her laughter bubbled up and she pushed at his heavy body. “You’re crushing me.”

    “I know, but I cannot move.”

    She tried to shove him, but laughter rumbled in his chest and he