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His hand around me slides down between me and the bed and over my clit and down. And he pushes into me, teasing my sensitive flesh, my wet core. He stretches and fills me, pussy and ass as he thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming; I’m writhing beneath him, aching for more.

His lips descend upon the back of my neck, sucking and biting. I groan.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, slamming into me.

My moans turn into cries of pleasure as the penetration becomes more intense, more overwhelming.

Alexandru’s breath is hot on my ear, his voice a whisper. “This is for everything, Eleanna. For the life we could have had, for the power we can take, and for the lust that binds us.”

“Yes, Alexandru, give me everything,” I reply, my voice thick with desire and I’m mindless. “Dominate me, take me, make me yours.”

He groans, t sensation builds, the anticipation of release is intense, and my mind is filled with an explosion of pleasure so intense I can hardly bear it.

Alexandru slams into me, holding me down. Heat builds, the tension growing with every thrust.

He thrusts all the way in, balls deep. “Now, come for me,” he demands, his voice hoarse with need.

And a wave of pure ecstasy crashes over me, my body trembling and writhing beneath him. I cry out, and my orgasm echoes through the room as Alexandru continues to thrust, driving into me harder, faster. Then cries out, too, his cock twitching in me as he fills me with his release.

Long moments pass before he pulls his fingers from me, his cock, and he kisses my neck, my back, my ass cheeks. Then he unties me and pulls me up on the bed, taking hold of me, breathing heavily.

Lying beside Alexandru in the tangled sheets, our breathing still erratic from moments ago, I find solace in the steady rhythm of his heart—an anchor in the upheaval that is my life.

“Eleanna,” he says.

I know the tone. He wants to talk. I don’t. Not…not about us. There is no us, just these moments that are both truth and lies.

We still have the quest. So I focus on that.

“Alexandru, the ash of a vampire... it won’t be easy to come by,” I murmur.

Tracing the lines of his muscled arm, I feel the raw power underneath his skin.

He turns to me, his silver eyes reflecting an unfathomable depth. “Nothing worth having comes easily, Eleanna,” he replies.

Our bodies fit together with an ease that belies the complexity of our alliance.

“And the mandrake root?” I ask softly, already knowing its rarity makes it almost a legend among our kind.

Alexandru slides his hand into my hair, gently weaving his fingers through it. “We won’t stop until we have everything to kill Catarina, my beloved.”

I don’t have it in me to tell him I’m nothing but.

Chapter

Nine

Alexandru

The ancient citadel looms tall and foreboding before Eleanna and me, its blackened walls scarred by centuries of warfare.

The snow-covered landscape adds to the desolate atmosphere, the only movement coming from the occasional snowflake drifting through the air. The torch lights on the walls flicker, and shadows slither on the snow-packed earth.

I dismount my steed with practiced ease and secure the reins to a crumbling pillar. Eleanna does the same after jumping off her horse.

“Quite the romantic getaway,” Eleanna says, her breath clouding in the frosty air as she joins me.

“Only the best for you,” I smile at her. “Ravaged castles, moonlit duels?—”

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