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Then he stood and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his underwear off in one move. He coated his hand with saliva and rubbed it on his magnificent rock-hard length, lubing himself up to enter me. His cock was long, wide, and deliciously curved. He knelt back down and lifted my legs with both hands. And then, very gently, he guided himself into me.

I bit back a cry as he filled me. It was pain and pleasure all mingled together. Then he began to move inside me, and it was just pleasure.

Explosive fucking pleasure in sharp bursts, everywhere in my body. I gasped, panting against him, inside of me, filling me up, taking me completely.

He was gentle at first, peering down at me with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough with his desire. I knew he could feel I was doing fine, but he was still checking in.

I nodded, biting back another cry of delight. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

A wicked smile twisted across his lips, and his eyes drifted closed halfway as he gave in to his own instincts and pushed himself further into me, then pulled almost all the way out before sliding back into me again. A soft groan escaped his lips.

The rhythm he established was fucking bliss; savage, feverish, and filled with his own need. He destroyed me and worshipped me, all at the same time.

He kissed me roughly and deeply, his lips firm and sweet, his tongue meeting mine. His mouth tasted sweet and coppery. His scent, like a combination of woodsmoke and cinnamon, enveloped me. His weight crushed me deliciously, grinding my body into the rug as he moved rhythmically in and out of me, primal and rough, filled with desire and desperate need.

He let out a strangled cry of pleasure as he came inside of me.

That sent me over the edge, and I came too, without even touching myself. The mixture of my orgasm and the echo of his own was devastating, blowing apart my sanity and reason and setting my world ablaze.

Chapter 11

Pierce

What have I just done? I wondered, watching as the darkness of the night lightened outside the cabin window, signaling the approach of dawn. James slept nestled next to me on the bearskin rug, the dying light of the fire lengthening the shadows that danced along his face, making him look not merely handsome but haunting and timeless, a mysterious otherworldly creature. Beautiful, fragile, and filled with warmth.

His scent curled around me, a clean, warm, and comforting smell. It made sense now, why it had been so powerful, even from the beginning. James smelled like my best memories from childhood, the tangible reminder that I was cared for. His scent was the scent of home, of belonging.

Impossible, but true.

And his mind was right there. Close enough for me to touch. If I wanted to, I could reach out with my thoughts and know what he was dreaming. I would always know what he was thinking. And he would now always be able to do the same with me.

A blood bond isn’t usually a two-way street. Or, even if it is, the vampire is almost always the one squarely in control of the connection. The human typically can’t do more than lay back and let it happen. If they do happen to get scraps of their vampire mate’s thoughts here and there, that’s fine, but they’re not supposed to be able to head-dive or communicate telepathically with the same ease.

James, though, had been able to talk to me inside of my head, and his voice had felt every bit as loud as my own mental voice. That meant that the connection between us was roughly equal. He probably could head-dive with me. If he wanted, he could no doubt know every single thing I’ve ever done, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him from seeing it. I’d never be able to hide anything from him ever again.

A blood bond is permanent, and it only ever gets stronger with time and use. It never gets weaker.

The thought filled me with a strange mix of emotions. Tenderness. Longing. Fear.

How had he become, in a matter of hours, the most precious thing in my world? How had he managed to slide past a century of my defenses undetected? And why did I want, more than anything else, to keep him by my side?

Everything had changed. And not only because the sex was so incredible, though I couldn't deny that. But I had just firmly tethered myself to a human. It was too much and not nearly enough at the same time, and I might never be happy again without him.

Blood bonds were tricky and dangerous like that. They had the power to turn even the evilest and most predatory of our kind into fierce protectors and loyal guardians of our mates. And they lasted for an eternity. Which was a very long time if you were a vampire.

Vampires only ever forge blood bonds with one person, and it is almost always intentional. And usually, it took many years for it to develop, though, in some rare instances, it did happen spontaneously, just as it had with James and I. But, as a rule, there’s time to say no to it, to change your mind before it’s fully established.

There was no saying ‘no’ to this.

“Hi,” he said, opening his eyes. Did you sleep?

I fought back a grimace. Yes, the blood bond between us was stronger than ever. And, yes, James could communicate telepathically with me every bit as well as I could with him.

But there, next to him, my fears suddenly seemed unimportant. Laughably trivial. The only thing that mattered was how he was handling this. The only thing that mattered now was that he was okay. I had lived a hundred years on this earth, but now the only thing I wanted to live for was him.

I slept a little, I replied, noting the flash of concern in his mind at my well-being. I added, How are you feeling?

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