![]() Every cell in his body had known her before she even opened her mouth to speak. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d fallen in love with her that night in the casino. He’d lived with his obsession with Roksana for three years before being able to act on it and each day was a mixture of heaven and hell. It killed him to watch her struggle with the amplified instincts to feed, protect, possess, because he could relate to it on every level. It was the emotional aspect of matehood that seemed to wind her at every turn. With the potential for battle on the horizon, she wanted to be ready. But she was coming along slowly but surely, her skills shifting to accommodate the major changes. Many a hotel room between Iceland and Moscow had sustained damage. They trained constantly to acclimate Roksana to her new speed and strength. She’d sucked on his neck with such desperation, he’d ended up covering her mouth with one hand and unzipping with the other, fucking her silly against a concrete pillar until she hit a peak and the fight went out of her. He’d managed to drag her behind the stall of an open-air market, commanding her to feed. Roksana had reacted like someone was trying to shoot a wooden arrow through his heart, her fangs firing out of her gums, her body launching in the offender’s direction, an anguished sound splitting the peace of the night. “I am not ready to laugh about this,” she murmured, but there was humor in her tone.Įarlier that night, they’d gone walking through the small fishing village of Grindavík when someone had accidentally bumped into Elias. “You are thinking of my explosion earlier. Remembering the incident from that afternoon triggered an adamant throb low in his belly. The emotions that came from being and having a mate. Not to mention, she was having a difficult time adjusting to her new abilities. After the last few weeks-hell, the last three years-she deserved it. Between his legs, he turned to stone, his hands itching to mold her breasts in his hands, but he didn’t act, enjoying her relaxation. There might be a war culminating back home, but they were anxious to plan for eternity together-and they weren’t wasting a single second.Įlias traced the shell of Roksana’s ear with his tongue and her back arched, bringing the peaks of her bare tits out of the water, moisture sluicing down the pretty mounds and turning his mouth dry. Between bouts of feverish lovemaking, they’d spread out a map between them on various hotel room beds, circling destinations and musing aloud about sample itineraries. They’d spent their first week as a married vampire couple plotting places all over the world that were best explored at night. There was no sound except for her sigh and the slide of two bodies through the lustrous water. ![]() It was the middle of the night and the tourists had gone home, leaving the dark coves empty, the star-scattered sky seeming to light up just for them. ![]()
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