She watched fury take him, pulling his muscles tight and locking his jaw. She was empty inside and instinctually knew only Dmitry could fill that void with something other than pain and death. He held out his hand.
She watched him as a cat—wary, silent. Then she reached for him, stood as her fingers grazed his. He tangled their fingers together bringing their palms flush. His eyes reflected the capacity for a love that knew no bounds, but she was scared to reach for it.
“There is something else you can be, Bone Breaker ,” he told her, his voice infinitely deep and soothing.
She stared at him but said nothing, her throat raw with unshed screams, her breath stuck in her chest.
He shook his head at her unspoken denial and then pulled her closer to his body. “You can be mine.”
His words crushed her. The one thing she wanted more than her next breath and he was offering it to her. It was impossible.
Then he turned and she followed him to the house, up the stairs of the west wing and to his room.
She did not question her actions. All she knew was that Dmitry lessened her need to kill. When she looked into his eyes, felt his heat, she was something more than a killer.
She gazed at him, drawing in his pine and juniper scent, letting it soothe the gnawing inside her. Then he began his seduction, undressing her slowly, meticulously, softly. He stroked every inch of the skin he unveiled, kissed each hollow that had never known the touch of another. He sipped from her skin and when he stepped away and toed off his boots, removed his shirt, and took off his pants she watched, her body coiling tighter with each flex and play of his muscles.
Her mouth watered and as the sweat of her endeavors cooled on her skin a new heat replaced the fires of rage, this one hotter, brighter than her lust for death.
“You will change me,” she said into his silence.
He stood there, arms at his sides, face devoid of emotion but his eyes said everything his lips did not. Want…it was there in his gaze, in the tightness of his muscles and the clench of his fists.
“I have no need to try and change what I don’t understand. Because my heart tells me you are mine, I need only accept that I cannot change who you are and what you have done. Besides, nothing that comes before right now matters to me. I will have you and maybe, Bone Breaker, maybe we will both be changed in the process.”
He picked her up and placed her gently on the bed, settling between her spread legs and meshing their bodies together. His cock was a brand between them and her body wept to feel him deep inside her. It was so foreign, that need, but it was as it should be.
Maybe he could silence the demon that demanded blood. Maybe Dmitry was her salvation. So many maybes and as his mouth lowered to hers, she accepted all of the possibilities.
He kissed her, taking her mouth with intent, every stroke of his tongue a promise. The heat built, his hands fanning the flames with every touch over her breasts, down her abdomen, and over her cleft. He teased, demanded, and through it all he kissed her.
Only during a fight did she feel this peace and yet they weren’t fighting. Had she any experience with these emotions, she would have said they were loving.
“I am going to take you, Bone. I am going to love you and you are going to let me,” he informed her, his breath harsh.
There was that word again…love.
He pressed two fingers deep inside her and her body rippled at the pleasure. He pulled them out, lightly petting her nether lips before concentrating his efforts on the flesh protruding from its hood at the top of her mound. Over and over he stroked her, building the intensity before he delved back inside and started once again. She wanted more.
“Please,” she begged.
He rose off her for a second that seemed an eternity and then he was there, at her entrance, pressing his cock deep, taking her absolutely and completely.
“Take me,” he whispered. “Open to me, moye.”
She relaxed, the sound of his voice soothing her in all ways and when he pushed past her maidenhead, she did not tighten. Rather she took the small pain, realizing instinctively that within moments it would be the greatest pleasure she’d ever know.
He turned them then, and she was on top. “I am yours,” he declared. “Make it so.”
They were joined and Bone looked down at the enormous man seated so deep inside her, thinking he could have rent her in two but instead he’d taken her perfectly. And now he was giving up control but the truth was she wanted to be taken, over and over and over, by him.
She used her legs to leverage her shift and then they were back in their original position. “It feels too good, being blanketed by you, feeling you deep inside me. I have given you something no one else has had—make me remember it forever.”
His pupils expanded in the moment before he closed his eyes. She caressed the skin of his shoulders, reached into his sandy-blond hair to wrap her fingers in the silk, tugging him down to her.
“Forever is a long time, Bone Breaker,” he murmured at her neck.