Page 137 of Blood Mosaic

Oleg closed his eyes, willing his climax to hold off until he could make her come again.

“Ride me.” He gripped her hips with his hands and moved her body up and down his shaft. Once she had a steady rhythm,he kept one hand on her hip while he brought his other over to stroke the swollen bead of her clitoris with his thumb.

“Oh God.” She shook her head. “I can’t. Not again.”

“Yes, you can.” Tension was building at the base of his cock and his balls were tight and ready to come, but he held off, waiting for her to climax again.

He reached for her hand on his chest, keeping the rhythm of his thumb steady as he brought her wrist to his mouth and licked along the delicate, blue-veined skin, imagining what her fangs would feel like at his neck.

The urge to feel her teeth break his skin only ratcheted up the fire sweeping through his body. No one had bitten Oleg since Luana. Imagining Tatyana’s teeth in his neck was a riotous thought.

“Oleg?” Her body began to shake, and the water in the room drew to her skin again, drenching her as it dripped on Oleg’s bare body and steam rose in curling puffs where their flesh met.

The room was filled with a gold mist when Oleg slowly slid his fangs into Tatyana’s wrist, lapping at her vein as her body exploded again. She convulsed in pleasure, and he let his climax rip loose.

He threw his head back and released months of pent-up energy in a surge of elemental power. The flames in the candles grew until they nearly reached the gilded ceiling, and his hips arched, driving deeper into Tatyana’s body as flames burst to life over his shoulders.

Her energy rose up and matched his with unexpected control. Mist fell over them both, dousing the fire before it could burn out of control. Tatyana’s climax continued to roll through her in a slow wave as she fell forward, her skin sizzling against Oleg’s when she collapsed on his chest.

Oleg’s mind was spinning in pleasure, release, and silent shock. His amnis twined with Tatyana’s in a spiral that wrapped around them both and pulled so tight that it nearly choked him.

The fire was churning through his veins, confused and delighted by the revelation of Tatyana’s amnis spinning through his system.

He felt everything. Her pleasure, her fear, her desire and the aching need for tenderness. Her energy whispered along his own, and his amnis embraced it without reservation, without doubt, and without reserve. She was in his blood, and his element didn’t only accept her.

It demanded more.

“That was…” She kissed the skin on his chest, just where his heart gave a reluctant thump. “I don’t have words.”

Neither did he. Oleg grunted something under his breath and put his arms around the delicate woman who curled onto his chest and released a deep sigh.

The woman who might have just destroyed him.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Tatyana woke the following night with electricity in her veins and a new resolve to make her life—whatever it was going to be—work for her. She sat up in bed, looking at her body for marks Oleg might have left, but there was nothing. No bruises, no scrapes from stubble against skin.

Her body had healed itself as she slept, and the only evidence of sex with Oleg was a new hum in her blood, as if the amnis that animated her had been fed by his own.

For a moment after their sexual storm, she had panicked, keenly aware that she’d abandoned herself to pleasure in a way she’d never done before.

She’d wanted Oleg for months. He’d teased her in the backs of cars, drugged her with gentle kisses at odds with his gruff persona. And last night, as he spun her around in the Amber Room, she’d finally been able to imagine it.

What could her life be? What could she do?

Was this what freedom felt like?

It was a heady drug combined with potent, nearly animalistic desire for the vampire who had been her captorandher protector.

So Tatyana had taken what she wanted. There had been no caution or calculation. No careful weighing of consequences as she’d done as a human.

No condom.

She stopped breathing for a moment.

No condom because she could not get pregnant from a vampire. Nor could she carry a baby. Ever.

There was a twisting ache in her chest when she realized that—despite her own complicated relationship with her mother—she’d wanted to have children of her own. Someday. She’d never thought about it with any seriousness. She wasn’t married, and she’d never been in a long-term relationship.

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