She sighed against his mouth. “The only future I want is with you too.”
He drew back slightly and she could only stare into the handsome face of the man she adored with every particle of her being. He was transformed now, his eyes filled with amber sparks, his fangs razor-sharp behind the lush curve of his lips. All that power and unearthly need stirring to her touch, her kiss.
Her veins drummed with longing and desire for him. She had never seen anything as fiercely beautiful as Darion’s face when he was looking at her with such unbridled hunger . . . and love.
He cradled her face in his palms, holding her still as he took her mouth in another bone-melting kiss. His lips moved down onto her throat, then farther still, to the sensitive hollow at the base of her neck.
He lifted his head on a groan, his molten gaze tortured. “You’re mine, Selene. Your body knows it. Your heart knows it. Your blood knows it too. I want it all. I’m not the kind of man to settle for anything less.”
She arched a brow. “So arrogant.”
He smiled, fangs gleaming. “So I’ve heard. And I didn’t hear you say no.”
“Never.” She kissed him hard and deep, catching his lush lower lip between her teeth.
The sound he made was primal and raw. It set her veins on fire.
Darion swept her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her down then covered her with his body, his mouth claiming hers in a bone-meltingly hot kiss. When he moved down to the side of her neck every tendon in her body went taut with anticipation . . . and need.
“Yes.”
Her whispered plea brought his head up on a growl. “This can’t be undone, either.” A warning, voiced in a low rasp that vibrated with the thinnest control.
“Nothing less than all of me,” she said, holding his feral gaze. “Just as I won’t be satisfied with anything less than all of you.”
He swore harshly, then kissed her until she was reeling with desire, drowning in his passion. His mouth left hers and drifted to just below her ear. She heard his rough breath, felt the heat of it gusting against her tender skin.
Then she felt the shocking pierce of his fangs in her throat.
She gasped at the pleasure and pain of it. He took the first drink and every nerve ending in her body seemed to coalesce at the place where his mouth was fastened to her neck. It was bliss. It was staggeringly powerful and possessive. Like a storm sweeping her away, yet grounding her at the same time.
That was how Darion’s love made her feel too. Lost in a tempest of new and unfamiliar emotions, yet safe and protected in the shelter of his strong arms.
As he drank from her vein, a new yearning stirred within her--a hunger she had never felt before. Hunger for him--for the untamed, darkest nature of him.
That hunger coiled within her like a living thing she could hardly contain.
“Oh, God . . . Darion.”
Her fingers sank into his muscled shoulders and she arched beneath him on a raw moan.
CHAPTER 49
If he lived for an eternity, he would never know anything as erotic as Selene’s unabashed pleasure while he was drinking from her vein.
The first hot rush of her blood over his tongue was electric. She tasted like sunlight and stardust, a quicksilver flood of power and light that made every cell in his body ignite. Desire punched through him as he drank, possessiveness in every fiber of his being. And reverence, because he was holding the most precious treasure in his arms--his fierce, beautiful, extraordinary Selene.
His woman.
His mate.
His queen.
She belonged to him. He could feel the depth of that truth in her blood now, in his unbreakable bond to her.
Her light engulfed him, swamped him, infusing his body, heart, and soul.
Her hunger for him was a powerful force too. Not only the intensity of her arousal, but the darker thirst that he could feel pounding through her veins.
