A WHISPER OF ETERNIT

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body and legs were the same warm, golden shade of brown as his face and arms.
She felt her cheeks grow hot under his regard.

"You are lovely," he murmured. "More lovely than I have ever seen you." His fingertips traced the curve of her breast, slid down her belly, sending shivers in their wake.
His gaze met hers. "Mine," hesaid, his voice husky. "Mine, at last."

And sweeping her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and stretched out beside her.

Tracyran her hands over his shoulders. "Tell me."

"I love you, my best beloved one," he said, his voice thick, "as I have always loved you.As I will always love you."

Warmth filled her heart. "I love you, too.So much."

He drew her close, raining kisses over her face, her breasts. Her bra and panties and his briefs seemed to disappear as if by magic and she reveled in the sensory pleasure of bare skin against bare skin. His was cool beneath her palms. She tested the strength of his arms, measuredthe with of his shoulders, ran her fingertips over his muscular chest and hard, flat belly. He gasped as her exploration continued downward, and then he was rising over her, his dark gray eyes glowing with desire as he claimed the prize he had won time and again throughout the centuries; a prize that had never been sweeter than it was now, when she knew the truth of their past lives together, when she knew everything there was to know about him, and loved him anyway.

She cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as their bodies came together. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, more than she had ever imagined. Surely no mortal man could have lifted her to such lofty heights, brought her such soul-shattering delight.

She stilled as she felt his teeth at her throat.

Dominic drew back, his body trembling with a need that went beyond hunger, beyond pain.
She read the question in his eyes and after a moment of indecision, she nodded.

He kissed her deeply and then she felt his teeth at her throat again. There was no discomfort, no fear, only a rush of sensual pleasure that built and built until she was mindless, breathless. She clutched him to her, reaching for something that was just out of reach.

His voice whispered in her ear, urging her on, crying her name, until the world shattered around her, left her floating in a pool of such exquisite pleasure she was certain she had passed beyond the veil of mortality. And there, locked in his arms, she felt his tortured soul brush hers as he found peace and acceptance in her arms.

Slowly, slowly, she drifted down to earth. Dominic rolled onto his side, carrying her with him, so that