“You would be mine?”
“Yes.” My voice was shaky. After all this, his rejection would be the thing that would hurt me the most. His hand glided down my lower arm and his fingers slipped loosely around my wrist. I could feel his thumb pressing against my pulse point. Where my scar was.
“You’ve spent a lot of time and effort trying not to be mine, kitten.”
“I—I didn’t know what I wanted before.”
“And now?”
“I want you. And I want to be yours.”
His hand tightened around my wrist and he lifted my hand to his mouth.
His lips kissed my palm at the heel. I didn’t breathe. Couldn’t breathe. I was balancing on the edge of something dangerous, I knew. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be his.
Finally he spoke, the whisper tickling my skin.
“Yes. That sounds nice, kitten.”
Gav
I pulled her to me, then. She, who had seen the shadow inside of me. She, who had been trapped for so long in my home, She had left… and come back.
She had saved me.
There was no trace of the shadow as I lifted her in my arms, lay her down on the bed. There was no trace of it when I kissed her hard, so hard that I lost my own breath in the whirlwind of passion. Hands, clothes flew everywhere.
I needed her so badly. Needed to know—
“It’s really you, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand splayed across her cheek. Dark soulful brown eyes gazed up at me.
“Of course.”
“This isn’t a hallucination? A dream? I’m not dead?”
“If you were dead, what would this be?” she asked, reaching down and grabbing my hip, pulling me against her body with a groan of desire that sent light exploding in my mind.
“Heaven,” I whispered.
“You really think you died and went to heaven?” She smirked, and the strangest thing happened. A bubbling inside that turned into laughter, pure laughter. I fell against her body, laughing uncontrollably. At last I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Good point. I concede the argument.”
Her fingers were touching me now, pulling at my length. Already aroused, I growled in her ear and flipped her back, pinning her wrists back to the bed. She grinned at me and twisted, sending new flames of lust through my body as her soft curves moved under me.
“Do I need to tie you up?” I teased.
“Please,” she whispered. Her lips were plump and pink, so innocent and yet so demanding. I kissed her again, kissed her and kissed her and could not stop until she gasped for breath. Then I got the rope.
I paused after finishing the last knot. Her body was stretched across the bed, ready and willing. The rose-red slit between her legs was hot and swollen. I ran a single finger down her thigh, tracing the outline of her mound, wetting myself with her juices. I tasted her sweetness and she moaned. I could see her hips jerking upward slightly, wanting me to take her.
“Gavriel—”
I paused then. I looked around the room. Everything was the same. The sunlight came through the window the same as it always had. The bed was in the same place. And yet, there was no hint of the shadow.
She had driven it away.
Her chestnut eyes watched my every move as I climbed into bed and positioned myself between her legs. I loved the little jerks of her body, the twisting muscles in her arms as she strained against the ties. I could have watched her forever.
“Gav?”
My mind came back to the present. I leaned down, my cock sliding against the deliciously slick opening. She gasped as I found her slit and entered, letting her folds caress my tip. Then I thrust hard, stabbing her with my whole self, plunging deep into oblivion.
When I spoke in her ear, my breath was already ragged.
“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for saving me.”
Kat
He teased me. He tortured me.
Most of all, he satisfied me. Satisfied my every single urge in ways I couldn’t have imagined before him. His hands spanked my skin raw and red and I begged him for more. His cock filled me, pushing me to the outer edge of my limits, and my screams were screams of delight. He twisted my nipples, sucked bruises on my hip, licked my wrists until I came from only his tongue touching me in places I’d never known I wanted to be touched.
He rolled himself against me, swollen rock hard and throbbing, and I matched his rhythm and he made me come against his cock, my body milking him, clenched viselike and shivering. He pulled out and made me come again with his tongue.