Page 172 of Eternal Surrender

“It’s hard to comprehend.” She said this as her hands found mine.

“That I’m immortal or that I love you?” I gave an endearing smile.

Something inside me finally stilled. I had crossed lifetimes to be here, faced death endless times, craved it even, but only now did I feel true love.

I reached for her hand and kissed her wrist. “When you walk into a room my whole world rearranges itself around you.”

“I. . . I love you,” she admitted with longing.

A flood of warmth rushed through me, an all-consuming affection for her. She was showing me rare tenderness that felt ancient and new all at once.

She flung her head back. “If being with you is reckless, then let me be ruined.”

“I’d never let anything happen to you,” I whispered close to her ear and then bit her neck, eliciting a soft moan.

“I’ve never felt safer.” She pulled back a little. “That makes no sense, because you. . . you are. . .”

“Deeply flawed,” I said, smirking.

Wrong for her in endless ways, yet I couldn’t pull away.

“I don’t need perfect. I just need you,” she said softly. “Exactly as you are, holding me. Like you really care.”

“I care. More than you’ll ever know.”

Every guarded piece of me came undone. Unraveling, falling into this fierce luminous love, this healing passion.

Tipping her chin, I brought her lips to mine and kissed her, and then kissed her again, passionately, fervently, our tongues clashing, lips bruising deliciously, and all I could think of was her as the outside the world fell away.

I wanted to guard her heart, offer her a safer world, wanted to drown her in pleasure, and so I did . . .

Nipping at her throat, saying, “Do you want to know how you taste to me?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “But, will it hurt?”

I offered a playful look of admonishment, and reassured her, “It will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“Oh, God.” She looked vulnerable and beautiful in a way that made me feel unguarded.

The faint outline of her nipples pressing through as though she couldn't quite contain what she was feeling

That first bite at her neck felt like a little miracle, her blood rich, melting across my tongue, the sweetness wrapping itself around the edges of my senses, coaxing a sigh I didn’t know I had in me.

“Yes,” she whispered drawing me closer still.

Pressing my body against hers.

Her taste an indulgence, that small sip sending an electric thrill through me. There was a sanctity in this intimacy, in the way her flavor clung to my taste buds. My heart sang of her, of this forbidden decadence.

The luscious lie found me, telling me she could be mine, that we would find a way, somehow, someway, to be together.

Puncturing my tongue with a fang, I led the blood pour into my mouth and kissed her again, and she swallowed me down, my blood, my offering, my gift gathered by two vampires with the potency of the gods.

She threw her head back, eyes blurring, staring off, then blinked frantically. She leaned against me, and in that moment she was overtaken with a shocking pleasure, her entire body shuddering, the climax capturing her completely, and as her head fell back, she looked as though the world had gone quiet around her, a soft, radiant smile lingering on her lips like she was holding a secret too beautiful to contain.

The blood surged, bringing the shock of pleasure to her, as though only now delivering its promise.

She stood there, orgasming, her body spasming, unsure, unhinged, eyes wide as she fluctuated between muscles trembling and exquisite rapture.