Page 123 of Fratelli: Eternal Bloodlines

His eyes snapped to hers, glowing with unshed tears. His heart, so long dormant, thundered in his chest. He felt it—the victory, the connection, the overwhelming emotion of a bond that had transcended time and space.

“You... you came back,” he murmured, his voice raw.

“I never left,” Darlene said, her hand still pressed to his chest. “Not really. And I’m not going anywhere now. But I need you to come back too, Domencio. To remember who you were, who we were.”

His Draca growled faintly, resisting the surge of humanity flooding his veins, but its power was muted under her touch. For the first time in his cursed life, Domencio felt the faint flicker of hope.

“I remember,” he said finally. “I remember you.”

Darlene lowered her hand from his chest to touch his groin. “I’m all grown up now.”

Domencio looked down and then into her eyes.

“Tell me, Domencio,” Darlene whispered, her breath a sultry caress across his lips. “Do you see me now? The new me. Not asDolly and Lucio see me. Not even how your Draca remembered me. But the real me.” Her voice was a challenge and a plea, laced with desire and defiance.

Domencio’s crimson eyes flamed with desire. “What have you done?” he rasped, his voice a low growl. “How did you break his spell?”

“Papa Legba?” Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I didn’t break it. I used it—to open your eyes. To make you see past your anger and jealousy. The same anger and jealousy I once carried for Dolly... until I learned to accept myself and let it all go.”

Her hand trailed from his chest to his face, her touch impossibly soft yet electrifying. “I understand you, Domencio,” she murmured, her gaze unwavering. “Because I was made for you. And you were made for me. The things I want you to do to me... you don’t even know yet.”

She let the words fall from her lips, a breathy promise laced with invitation, and they brushed over his mouth like the sweetest temptation.

Domencio’s eyes closed against the cool, soothing touch of her fingers on his jaw. He turned his face, pressing his lips to her palm, inhaling her scent—a mix of wildflowers, heat, and something uniquely hers. His body burned with want, with need, but his mind warred against itself.

Half of him—the darker half, loyal to the Fratelli and the cursed covenant that had stripped him of peace—saw an opportunity. He hadn’t fed. Killing Lucio’s girlfriend would be an act of loyalty, a chance to silence the incessant pull of his Draca’s rage. But the other half, the part of him awakened by her touch, saw something else: salvation. She was his mate, his destiny, his fate. The deal made with Legba was a hundred times better than the cold, lonely existence he’d suffered with his brothers.

“I’m not afraid of you, Domencio,” Darlene said. “If you want me, then take me.”

Her words were a spark to the kindling inside him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” his mind chanted as his restraint snapped. He seized her mouth with his, unable to deny himself even a single taste.

The kiss consumed him, a revelation and a reckoning. Her lips were soft yet insistent, a medley of warm vanilla cream and cinnamon that melted his blood-soaked tastebuds and reminded him of the sweetness of life. Beneath the sensual roll of her tongue was a subtle, teasing heat—a tantalizing hint of clove and cardamom. It electrified his vampiric senses. The flavors entwined, sweet and sharp, a promise of the fire that making love to her in the flesh would unleash.

Domencio’s cock strained against his zipper, demanding release. He growled low in his throat, pulling her closer, his hands roved over her curves with a possessive hunger. When he cupped her ass, squeezed firmly, she arched into him. The heat between them was unbearable, a conflagration that only fanned higher as their bodies aligned.

She was his. Not Lucio’s. Never Lucio’s.

Darlene shivered when Domencio’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck. Her inner power ignited in response, and with a thought, the fabric of her dress dissolved. Domencio stepped back, his eyes drinking her in as the black lace crumbled and flaked away and shimmered into purple and black sparks. Her bare deeply melanated skin gleamed in the dim light, and the raw appreciation in his gaze made her tremble.

Domencio’s power surged in response, a sweeping gust of black smoke that coiled around them, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. They rose together above the bed, suspended in the haze of his magic and sensually barbed desire.

Clothes vanished as easily as smoke. His body, carved and powerful, pressed against hers, and she hitched her leg around his waist, her pussy tingled where it touched his groin. Domencio’s lips returned to hers, claiming. The need for domination over her spiraled tighter and tighter in the pit of his gut, and he cried out when he slammed his hips against her pelvis and breached her tightness with inches of his dick.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, as though testing the limits of what they could endure. Her body yielded to him, soft and wet, and the connection sent a shudder through both of them. The combined sensations were too much. Her orgasm tightened and spiraled upward, stronger and stronger until she thought she would snap.

“Not yet,” Domencio growled. Both he and the Draca stopped. “We haven’t begun, I need you with as I take every inch of you,” Domencio threatened. She tried to move her arms and legs, but his dark power and vampiric control held her the swirl of dark energy. Need made her capitulate; her nails raked down his back.

Darlene’s body burned, her senses overwhelmed by the push and pull of their rhythm. Domencio’s growl rumbled in her ear as he moved faster, his hands gripping her thighs, his mouth trailing down her neck to her shoulder. Each thrust was a vow, each kiss a promise, binding them in ways no curse or spell could ever break.

He fucked her hard now. Her body shook from the force of his thrusts. She arched against him, her cries rose as the heat built to an unbearable crescendo. He was hers. She was his. And together, they burned brighter than any darkness could extinguish.

She let out a shaky breath as moisture pooled in her pussy, making her so easy for the takedown. He could not believe howwonderful she felt. He fucked her hard and faster as they slowly lowered, vertically, down to the bed.

“I can smell how much you want me, goddess. Trust me, I want you too,” Domencio confessed.

The world narrowed into a haze of pure sensation. Her vision blurred, bright spots danced across her closed eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her with unrelenting and consuming force. Each pulse of energy caused ecstasy to spread from the core of her being. It rippled outward until every nerve in her quaking pussy felt alive, electrified. Her fingers dug into the sheets now beneath her; her toes curled into tight knots as her pussy spasmed. He had her hands pinned down and above her head, as his cock stroked the heat inside of her and slammed deeper and deeper. Through it all, she absorbed his ruby red energy now swirling the darkness while he savaged her in a way only, she could mate. Darlene learned of the torment he endured as a child when she left him behind. Things he never shared in their brief friendship and felt the sharp taste of his fear when feral vampires attacked and nearly killed him. She witnessed the countless battles with Lucio, and his jealousy—far more potent than her own—it washed over her like a bitter wave. She relived the painful conversations with his father, the repeated rejection cut deep into his soul. She hated Vittorio for what he’d done to him, a hatred so raw and primal it eclipsed even her anger toward Tyrone. It nearly consumed their passion, twisting it into a thirst for revenge.

Domencio’s Draca came from the darkness. She looked into the dragons eyes as he fucked her and saw the veneer of desire. The bloodlust was there and dangerously close to seizing her instead.

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