Page 159 of The Vampire's Bride

Her entire body is so soft and giving; I relish the feel of her skin against my own. She tightens her legs around me and my eyes roll up in the back of my head as her inner muscles tighten around my stav with each thrust of my hips into her own.

“Feels so good,” she whispers against my lips.

Her delicious scent floods my nostrils, and I grit my fangs, fighting to hold back my release. I want her to reach her climax before I find mine.

She stares up at me with a half-lidded gaze as she tilts her head to one side, offering her neck to me.

My fangs extend as the darkness within me rises to the surface. I skim my nose along the elegant column of her throat and trace my tongue over the pulsing artery along her neck, tasting the sweet salt of her skin.

“Tell me you are mine,” I whisper against her fluttering pulse.

She threads her fingers through my hair. “I’m yours, Valaric.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I sink my fangs into her neck. A low moan leaves her lips as the small muscles of her channel flex and quiver around my length.

My knot expands and bliss unlike anything I have ever known floods my senses as she tightens around me and then cries out my name as she reaches her climax.

Her release triggers my own. My stav begins to pulse and my wings flare out.

“Mine!” I cry out as I erupt deep inside her, filling her with my seed.

I gaze down at Juliet. I have never seen anything so beautiful. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and her entire body is flushed a lovely shade of pink. We made love only a short while ago, but I already crave her again.

I’m addicted to the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers. I press a kiss to the space just behind her ear and breathe deeply of our combined scent. A deep growl vibrates in my chest. I love how strongly she smells of me.

I roll us to one side, and she rests her head on my chest as her fingers trace delicate patterns across my skin. “I wish we could go away somewhere,” she says softly.

“Where would you like to go?”

“Back to the sea.” A smile tips her lips. “I loved walking along the shoreline with you.”

Desire stirs deep within as I remember the feel of her body against mine when I pinned her against the cliff wall along the beach.

My thoughts turn to Stryker Blackthorne. Juliet told me of what happened on her travels with Reyla. The Orc described a sigil that may have been his, but there are at least five Vampire clans that have a bird on their standard. I must discover who tried to have my wife killed and take care of them before we ever return to Nightshade.

“Or perhaps we could travel somewhere new in the spring,” she continues. “And we could invite Aerlyx to visit with us for a bit.”

“You miss the Incubus?” I arch a brow, waiting for her answer as jealousy rears its ugly head. “He must have made quite an impression.”

“Oh, stop.” She grins, playfully hitting at me. “He’s your friend, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, I think you like spending time with him, don’t you?”

I purse my lips, trying but failing to hide a grin.

A stunning smile curves her lips. She’s so perfect my heart nearly breaks. Sadness creeps in as I think of our future.

“What is it?” she asks.

I rest my forehead to hers and fold my wings around her form. “I want to walk along the beach with you. I want to kiss you under the stars every night.” My voice grows rough despite my attempts to keep it even. “I want a family with you. I want to watch you play with our children in the garden, and I want tohave stolen moments together after we finally get them off to bed and we are alone in our chambers,” I whisper against her lips. “I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.”

“I want these things too.” She brushes her mouth to mine. “We will have them, Valaric. I know we will.”

Tightening my wings around her, I pull her body flush against my own. She opens her mouth and I deepen our kiss, curling my tongue around hers as I trace my hands over her body. I cannot stop touching her.

Gently, she pushes me onto my back and I go willingly as she straddles my hips. She rises up just enough to place the tip of my stav at her entrance and a low groan escapes me as she lowers herself, sheathing my length deep in her core.

I sit up and wrap one arm around her waist while the other cups her cheek. “You are perfect,” I breathe against her lips. “My beautiful wife.”

“I love you, Valaric,” she whispers in return as I thread my fingers through her hair.

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