When the last of the effects faded, she lazily pulled her wrist to her mouth and bit into it; she turned it and held it to his lips. His tongue twirled over the beads before he latched onto it and took it in sharp pulls. The sensations were incredible. Each time he sucked, it felt like his mouth was back down on her. His cock amazingly pressed hard against her thigh again. When it was enough, she stopped him and pulled her wrist back. It was done. He was forever hers.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you so fucking much. I’m so sorry about everything. I was such an ass. I didn’t know how to stop living in the past, but you helped me so much.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes. “Really?” He nodded then pulled from her. She saw that his cock was still hard and she shook her head.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I hope that’s not going to be a problem. I happen to have a thing for a little red-headed vampire.” Suddenly, he flipped her over. Her warm skin met the chill of the dirt beneath her.

“No problem,” she gasped as his hands cupped her cheeks, trailed down to her thighs, then back up her spine. He grabbed the back of her neck in what she could only define as a dominant, lykaen gold, and then his hard cock was pressing against her core. He entered her slowly. Muscles spreading wide over the hard press.

“I love watching my cock go inside you. You’re so small, yet you spread so wide and tight around me.” Finally, he made it in all the way, only to pull back out just as slowly. Her hands curled into the dirt. “My beast likes you.” She moaned in answer as his hips picked up pace. Each thrust pounded inside her, slapping her ass and tantalizing her with pleasure. She moaned, but it wasn’t enough.

“Darien,” she said raggedly. She felt torn between an incredible orgasm and never having one at all. He must have understood though because he bore her down to the ground until she felt her nipples dragging along the dirt. And then he was pounding into her with animal savagery.

He grunted with pleasure as her sex started constricting. This was it. Surely she was about to die from this. No one could survive this kind of pleasure. He was relentless, hard and fast, hammering into her tight slit. It was just what she needed, the culmination of their mating.

She exploded, flying apart like fireworks, screaming her pleasure into the ground and her body contorted and squeezed, milked and wrung his cock.

He grunted harsher, his hands tightening her with his possessive touch. He landed deep, his cock shooting endless jets of hot cream inside her.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her as she collapsed. They watched each other, panting, then burst out laughing. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“We’re going to have a good life together, Cassie.”

“Yes, we are. And we’ll name our first daughter after your mother.” His eyes widened.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. I love you.”

“I don’t think I deserve you, lumara.”

She shrugged and chuckled. “Well, I think you do.” She leaned closed and kissed him and didn’t stop for a very long time.

About the Author

T. A. Grey lives in Missouri where she spends her days writing and reading heart pounding stories in the comfort of her home. She has two wild cats that never leave her alone and a loving fiancé who surprises her with gifts of cherry taffy. She has a weakness for feeding stray cats, listening to old music, and trying out new recipes. After graduating with her Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing, she has since spent her days filling up pages with sexy and imaginative stories. You can learn more about her books at www.tagrey.com.