Page 150 of Eternal Craving

“I don’t know. I made sure they weren’t following you. I never once saw them.”

“You’d better be right.”

“You wanted to hear the truth, but I was terrified you’d leave.”

“Tell me how this all started,” I said.

“Mara, my three-year-old daughter, was taken from me by my master. He told me he sold her.”

“Why did you wait so long to kill him?”

“He warned me that if anything happened to him?—”

“But you killed him anyway,” I added coldly.

“Eventually, yes.”

“And the Creda?”

“They seduced me with the promise of helping me find my daughter.”

“They lied?”

“I would never have harmed you.” She looked away. “Some part of me hopes Mara’s still alive. Some part of me hates myself for even thinking it.”

“That she’s one of us?”

She nodded. “After you went to live with Roelle, I returned to Rome to continue my search for her.”

“When will the whole truth come out?”

“You won’t give me up to them?” she whispered.

My rage ignited and I bared my fangs, stomped my foot, and roared at her.

She cowered away from me.

We were forever changed – me stepping into dominance, and her, for the first time since I’d known her, seemingly fragile.

My gaze wondered over her curves, her breasts rising and falling with each nervous breath.

“What does it feel like?” Her voice was low, husky.

“The view, let’s just say it’s different.” I pushed Sunaria back against the casket. Grabbing her dark locks, pulling her lips to mine, kissing her, I utterly possessed her, and she trembledagainst me. I pulled back, losing myself for a moment in her reverent gaze.

I wrapped her legs around me. “It’s like being drunk on the finest wine.” I thrust up against her and ripped at her dress, dragging it off over her shoulders, exposing her.

She shuddered.

I yanked the material down farther, restraining her arms. “Or being intoxicated by the purest opiate.” I offered her another kiss.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips, ready. I enjoyed seeing her vulnerable. My tongue found her nipple, encircling it, and then suckling, eliciting a moan from her.

My strength was such that I knew I’d surpassed hers, a rapid evolution that served only to strengthen my authority.Status Regal, the very title imbued power. I let her go and she glided off the casket. I yanked down her red dress, easing it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.

“All vampires will bow before you,” she said in awe.

I put my hands on her shoulders and coaxed her to her knees. “Let’s start with you, shall we?”