Through sharp, staccato breaths, she said, “Finish it.” And without hesitation, she wrapped her mouth against the bicep of the arm he used to hold himself up and let her fangs emphasize her demand.
He bucked his hips as he moaned loud and long, coming hot and deep inside her clenching sex. Pleasure shredded Anna. Her body tightened like a twisted rubber band stretched to the brink of snapping. Conor didn’t loosen his grip on her until he spent the last of his seed inside her.
She let go of him first, her body a quivering mess of frayed of nerves and weak muscles. She felt the shift back as her bone reshaped until she was completely human again. They’d made love every day since the culling, and even with the initial mating, the ritual of bite and blood, she’d never felt such earth shattering pleasure. She’d never felt more complete than she did right now. It was as if a missing part of her had finally clicked into place.
She turned in Conor’s arms, his pale green eyes back to their normal color. A tear trailed down his cheek. “I love you, Anna Davis.”
“I love you, Conor Evans.”
“We shall never be parted.”
“Never,” she agreed. Exhausted and happy, her eyes heavy with sleep, Anna pulled Conor down to bedding and snuggled into the crook of his arm. She wrapped herself around him. This was the man of her dreams. The only man she’d ever loved and ever would love. Her passion for him was only rivaled by his for her, and she wouldn’t deny him her heart ever again. “Never.”
