Page 91 of After Darkness Falls

He smiled under her mouth, his hands pulling her hips closer, pressing her against him. Chloe tasted of forest, wood, and fire. Spices mixed with everything he loved and feared. He couldn't imagine he'd ever get enough. Her mouth left his lips and dropped along his chin, then to his throat, his collarbone. Her fangs grazed his skin, never breaking it. He expected to find her confused by her own craving, but her eyes weren't asking for explanations; they were asking for permission.

"Biting me isn't simple, Chloe. There's something between us—this would only make it stronger."

Unbreakable.

As he'd promised not to lie just moments ago, he knew he had to tell her.

"You're mine. Whatever gods still watch over us occasionally bless our kind with a soul bound to us in a way that's past natural. Taking my blood is a step toward…"

"You talk too much."

Her fangs sank into his shoulder. Levi fell to the ground, not even attempting to still himself as she climbed on top of him and sucked. He threw his head back and moaned, trembling under her mouth, tongue, and fingers. She fumbled with the top of his shirt.

Levi laughed, grabbing both sides of the fabric and ripping it off his torso. He wanted to feel more of her everywhere.

And she obliged. Her mouth lowered to his pecs, nipple, and along his stomach, kissing her way down. He growled, flipping her around so that she was the one seated on the floor, and then he hovered over her, encircling her with his arms.

Two thousand years he'd lived, and in all that time, no one had ever brought him quite so close to madness.

"You got me. What are you going to do with me now?" she questioned.

"Everything."

He started at her earlobe, nibbling it, while his thumb flickered at the apex of her thighs, teasing her heat through layers of fabric. As a human, she should have felt it. Now that she'd turned, he knew it was pure torture, as intense as if he'd directly touched the sensitive flesh of her clit, and yet not quite enough.

"More," she demanded, her breath hot on his skin.

Who was he to refuse her?

He loved savoring her every move and gasp as he took his time with her tank top, lowering the strap on one side and kissing her shoulder, then her stomach, and finally wrapping his mouth around her breast.

"Levi!"

He smiled, sucking at her left nipple and playing with the right. His free hand dipped to her crotch and opened the top button of her muddy jeans before sliding under the fabric. She arched to him when he played her hot inner folds and circled her clit, then pressed on it.

She was so fucking wet, gorgeous, perfect. His.

A younger, less experienced immortal would have bitten her right then. Claimed her body and soul after they exchanged blood. Made her swear herself to him. But she was twenty-five, and they'd known each other three months. What they had was already too soon. Her marking him without understanding what that meant was enough of a shaky beginning. If he rushed this now, he'd regret it until the end of time.

They'd get to know each other. And she'd understand what she was getting herself into when they completed the binding sequence.

For now.

Levi peeled off her pants and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She pushed her pear-shaped ass up in the air.

Fuck. She looked perfect. Freeing his erection, Levi rubbed it along her wet slit, hitting her clit.

"If you keep teasing me, I swear to God…"

The last word ended in a half-whimper, half-plea as he pushed his length deep inside her tight pussy. Fuck.

He’d had a lot of sex in his day. He hoped they never got around to divulging number of previous partners, because he'd honestly lost count. If he'd had sex with one person a year since his boyhood, the number would have reached four digits. But most years, he'd had more than one woman—and man. A lot more.

He knew the feeling around his cock, his groin, his legs. He'd never felt it in his mind, heart, soul. He wasn't in control. His beast wasn't in control. Something else moved him, making him pound harder, faster, as if to attempt to climb deep beneath her skin and root himself within.

Anchoring her hands on the wall for support, Chloe was meeting him at every thrust, demanding he go deeper, harder. Every part of him was tense, hovering painfully at the top of a cliff, until she tightened around him, her release making him join her in ecstasy.

They were panting like they'd run a thousand miles, his cock still deep inside her.

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