He was swallowing my pleasure, like it was sustenance to his soul. I willingly gave it to him, the still-starved look in his eyes, in his touch, in his words, causing me to respond, offering him all he needed, because I needed it too.
His eyes kept going to my thighs, a fire in them like I’d never seen before when he stared at the blood stains. He’d smeared it over the cut across his chest, like my lifeblood would enter his bloodstream that way.
“You are mine, Aria Amora Bella,” he had said right after hehad been inside of me for the first time, groaning so deep in his throat, I thought he wouldn’t be able to breathe.
We were both breathless—even then.
So wrapped up in each other, it was hard to tell where I began and he ended.
This wasn’t just sex for either of us.
This was me sacrificing sacred blood to him, and him making a vow to me with it—I was his and he was mine. It would have been hard for me to believe before, but…I could feel our souls entangling, as if each of ours had cords, and they would be forever bonded.
I’d never felt anything in this life that was more powerful.
We couldn’t stop.
“If I am not inside of mine,” he said, his eyes lighting with a fierce passion as he stared into mine, “I will die.”
What had started out slowly became a fatal need if it wasn’t satisfied. He situated himself at my entrance and entered me with a groan that vibrated his throat. I set my hands on each side of his neck, closing my eyes to his width and length, giving my body time to adjust, before the slight pain receded and the pleasure flooded my system.
With all that I was, I knew.
I’d never love this way again—in any other lifetime, if those even existed, with anyone else. What we shared was once in a lifetime—the end game. TheI’ll see you in heavenand not a second too latekind of love.
He pushed into me faster, harder, the louder I became. He seemed starved for my response to him. And I was. So hungry for him. My needs couldn’t be contained by my mouth.
Each of his strokes lit a fire inside of me, until my already sensitive nerves were begging for mercy, and I snapped, my orgasm making me tighten around him as my entire body quaked.
He spilled himself inside of me, the cords of his neck tightening with his muscles, his entire powerful body jerking into mine.
My eyes fluttered closed after, and when I opened them, it was to him exploring my body with his fingertips. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.
“You were gone from me for too long,” he said, kissing me again.
“How long was I asleep?” My voice seemed to float. It hadn’t been that long, since it was still dark outside—I prayed for a night that would last an eternity if it meant I got to have him this way.
“Might as well have been a century.” His hand came to my hip, and like every second counted, he situated me even closer to him, almost over his chest.
I was draped there like I had lost all control of my limbs. I had.
My lips still worked, though. I kissed his neck. “I really have to use the bathroom,” I whispered, my eyes closing again.
He kept me pressed to him as he got to a sitting position, lifting us both from the bed like I weighed nothing, and brought me to the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of him and I in the mirror, and I looked like he had drained the life from me, even though my cheeks were pink and glowing, my eyes lit up with fire, lowered to slits, and he looked like…an Italian god who had just gotten started.
Italian god or not, I didn’t even care that he was in the bathroom when I let loose. It was like my bladder couldn’t control itself. It, too, had been battered. Every muscle and bone ached, and I didn’t realize how deep until I went to stand to wash my hands, and I had to use my arms to push myself up.
That was when I noticed it.
My left finger.
It had a new addition.
An engagement ring.
It was simple, but not…
The center stone was a diamond that was at least…well, I didn’t exactly know, but it was big, and emerald cut. A baguette-cut stone was on each side. The focus of the ring was the central stone, though.
