“You’re mine.” His claim was like a battle cry, as he forged ahead and impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never want to.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered breathlessly. Nobody had ever called him baby.
“Too big?”
Nina shook her head. “Perfect.”
It was all he needed. Amaury withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping him.
Nina threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. Her sensitive neck was exposed to his view, the vein under the pale skin throbbing, beckoning him, inviting him.
“Nina, I need you.” He sank his lips onto her neck. A startled movement was her response. Had she changed her mind? Before he could pull back, he felt her hand on his neck, pressing him closer to her.
“Yes, Amaury.”
Her words were like a symphony in his ears, like angels singing. He could smell her blood, almost taste it. His fangs lengthened, and then, without any haste, the sharp tips pricked her skin and drove in.
The scent of her blood assaulted him instantly, almost robbed him of his senses, so intense it was. The thick liquid coated his tongue and dripped down the back of his throat. Warm, sweet and plentiful it spread in his mouth. His first swallow was like the first bite after an endless famine. Rich, nourishing, and intoxicating.
His cock throbbed violently as the blood replenished his body, and the rhythm of his hips increased. Amaury heard her moan in his ears, uncontrolled, wild. Nina’s nails dug into his back as she bucked against him.
The moment he felt her mouth on his shoulder and her teeth digging into him, he knew what he needed. Her blunt human teeth would never pierce his skin, but he could do it for her. He couldn’t stop his next action. It was as if his heart had immobilized his brain and dictated his body’s movements. His mind wasn’t master anymore. For the first time in his life as a vampire, his heart ruled supreme.
As if in a trance, Amaury removed his fangs from her neck and pulled back. Nina instantly let go of his shoulder. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I won’t.” With his nail, he cut into the skin of his shoulder. Seconds later blood seeped from the cut. He looked into her passion clouded eyes. “Drink from me, chérie, please, let me be yours.”
He watched her expression change, first to surprise, then to interest. But there was caution in it too and doubt.
“It won’t turn you into a vampire, you’ll stay human. But I’ll be yours.” And she would be his, forever his mate. Blood-bonded for eternity. Bound to him. For him to protect forever. His heart had made the decision for him. There was no way back from it. He would explain all details to her later, but right now he couldn’t stop this magical moment.
Nina’s mouth descended onto the cut. Her tongue darted out and lapped at the blood, before she locked her lips around it and started suckling.
Her action sent a thunderbolt through his body. Amaury’s chest released a triumphant growl. A moment later he sank his fangs back into her neck.
“Always.”
And then he could feel her, finally sense her emotions. Now it was a different hunger he needed to still, not the need for blood to nourish him, but for her blood to complete him, to establish their unbreakable bond.
Nina’s blood filled him and mixed with his own in a process that would change both their DNA, mysteriously, irrevocably. If she wanted to, he could father children with her. But most of all he would always be aware of her, sense her, know what she was feeling, just as she would with him. Their souls would be connected.
The sense of peace spreading within him warmed his heart. Nina was his.
Amaury released her neck and withdrew his fangs. His tongue smoothed over the incisions and sealed them instantly.
Nina’s mouth still sucked on his shoulder, and he was caught up in the sensation it caused in him. She was taking his essence into him, accepting him for what he was.
“Yes, take me inside you,” he whispered into her ear.
With every drop of blood she took from him, he felt her excitement grow. She was so slick, his cock slipped back and forth in rapid succession, pumping into her, hitting her sweet spot with every stroke.
He used every last ounce of his control to hold back his release until he finally felt her breathing become erratic and her body tense up. A second later her climax crashed over her, and her muscles clenched around him. With a last thrust, he stabbed into her, touching her womb and flooding her with his seed. His cock pulsated, releasing stream after stream into her warm sheath.