Page 133 of Wanted

Something inside me preens at his praise. Loving it and wanting more of it.

“You deserve a reward,” he declares a moment before he sinks his fangs into his bottom lip.

A drop of his blood drips onto my mouth before he lowers his head and kisses me with all the passion he’s kept pent-up inside himself.

Lost in the storm of his desire and the taste of his blood, I wrap my arms around his neck and barely notice him shredding off his own clothing and fitting himself between my legs.

But nothing, not his passion nor the taste of his blood, can stop me from noticing him nudging at my entrance.

Yanking my mouth away from his, I peer down between us and see the crown of his cock pushing into me.

Grabbing me by the hair, he pulls my mouth back up to his.

Kissing me hard, he sucks and nips on my lips as he thrusts his hips forward slowly, burying himself deep.

I gasp between his rough kisses as he stretches me open with his thickness.

When he can go no farther, he stops and stares into my eyes. Giving me time to adjust to the fullness.

Giving me time to feel what he feels.

Completion.

After centuries of waiting, waiting formeand only me, he’s finally whole.

“You are and will always be everything to me, Alena,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “No matter what happens, never forget that.”

Once he sees the understanding in my eyes, the acceptance of the weight he’s laid upon my shoulders, he begins to kiss me again and gently rocks his hips.

With the taste of honey on my tongue and the gentle pleasure slowly building in my core, I give myself fully to him.

Finding just as much joy in this moment.

Or maybe it’s only his joy…

But whatever is his is mine, too.

From this moment forward.

There will be no barriers between us.

We will be one, in all ways.

It should terrify me.

But after all the shit I’ve been through. After all the years of misery, to finally be cared for again is something I never thought I’d have.

And I can’t run away from it.

I have to run towards it with open arms.

Otherwise, what’s the point of existing?

“I love you,” he grunts, his hips beginning to rock faster. “I’ve loved you before I even met you.”

The headboard begins to crack rhythmically against the wall as he moves against me. “And you never have to love me back.”

Releasing his grip on my hair, he places his hands on either side of my head. “Just stay with me. Bear me. Suffer me.”

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