Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

up into his belly and down his thighs.

    Solange closed her eyes, allowing the fire to wash over her. She’d never felt so sensuous or beautiful in her life. He had done that. Dominic. He had made her aware of how wonderful it was to be a woman. He showed her how giving could be just as perfect as receiving. He showed her love.

    He leaned over her, looking into her eyes, his expression making her pulse race. His eyes were turquoise, hot, intense, burning into her with such hungry desire and unashamed adoration that she wanted to give him everything.

    Deep inside her, she felt his hard, thick shaft stretching her, filling her, sending sensation after sensation rippling through her body. He set a hard, fast rhythm that left her gasping, the friction intensifying with each deep stroke. She tightened her muscles around him, attempting to match his fierce rhythm. The streaks of fire threatened to engulf her, consume her, burn her clean until there was nothing left of her.

    This was Dominic, driving her into a frenzy of need and passion, taking her so far past what she ever thought possible, her body belonging to him, claiming his for her own. She let the haze take her, let her mind just go, flying into subspace as the building inferno began to engulf her. She writhed under him, her hips bucking, meeting his hips in frenzied need. Her orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave, building higher and higher, stronger and stronger, until she heard his hoarse shout. His hands gripped her tight as he surged into her one more time, driving her up so high the explosion was fast and hard, ripping through her, taking her breath, so that her muscles clamped down like a vise, taking him soaring with her. She fell over the top with him, struggling for breath.

    They lay for some time, just breathing hard. Solange kept her hand tangled in his long hair. When she could find it in her to move, she brushed kisses along his jaw. “I think you wore me out.”

    He kissed her forehead. “I think it was the other way around.”

    She looked up at him, wanting him to see that she meant what she said. “I want us to complete the ritual, Dominic. I want to come wholly into your world.”

    Dominic drew in his breath. This was the moment. He locked gazes with her, brushing back stray strands of her hair. “You have to be certain , kessake . Once this is done, there is no way to undo it.” Very tenderly he kissed her mouth, noting she was beginning to tremble. The enormity of her decision was sinking in. “I will love you with all my heart and soul just as we are. You do not have to do this for me.”

    Solange took a breath, let it out and smiled up at him. She trailed the pads of her fingers over the lines etched into his face. “There is no one I would rather be with, in this life or the next. I have thought about this and I feel the rightness of it.”

    “It may be incredibly painful. I can help you through the pain if it comes to that, but I have heard it is a terrible thing to go through.” He knew he was the one hesitating, not her, and yet he longed for this.

    Her cat’s eyes stared straight into his. “I’m not afraid, Dominic, and no matter what happens, I will have no regrets.”

    “Even if I cannot guarantee your jaguar?”

    Her tongue touched her lips. “She will survive.”

    Joy surged through him. Dominic trailed fire from her lips to the swell of her breast. His teeth tugged gently at her nipple and his tongue lapped before he suckled strongly. She gasped and arched into him. He kissed his way to the pulse beating at the creamy swell, licked once, twice, and then sank his teeth deep.
    She cried out, her body going soft and pliant. She tangled her hands in his hair, cradling his head while he drank, her body shuddering through a second orgasm.

    She tasted like heaven. Like Solange—his lifemate. The woman he loved above all else. Spice burst over his tongue. Every cell in his body reacted, soaking up the honeyed nectar, filling him with energy. His body responded with urgent need, wanting to claim her, to join with her and be one. He slid his tongue over the pinpricks and lifted his head.

    “You are absolutely certain, Solange?”

    Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen from his kisses. She smiled up at him and touched his face with gentle fingers. “More certain than I’ve ever been about anything.”

    She had come so far, trusting him to do this. His heart swelled, nearly bursting with his love for