Page 42 of Fated Moons
“I really don’t understand how that process works.”
“You kind of do, since it’s already happened.” He laughed. “There is imprinting, which we did first, which is weird because that bond can be broken. But there is also the whole fated mates, which we believe is predetermined and can’t be broken, and we did that too. But it still needs to be sealed.”
“That’s an interesting way of saying we haven’t had sex yet,” she said, her eyelashes fluttering, sending fairy dust everywhere.
“That’s only part of what I meant by that statement. But when a fated couple mates, that love they will share is instant. We were robbed of that.” He ran his fingers through the dust,feeling its warmth. “Once we meet our mate, that’s it. We don’t want to be with anyone else.”
“Do you feel that way with me now?”
“Truth?”
“Yes.”
“Another woman could walk through here completely naked, offer herself to me, and I wouldn’t notice.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It concerns me Barbara didn’t ask. It usually comes up when they talk about my mother and the fact she’s never remarried, much less had a boyfriend.”
“You really believe a man like your father could have been your mother’s perfect match? Your mother is so kind and gentle. I don’t buy it.” Amanda tucked a piece of hair that had tumbled out of her loose bun behind her ear.
“I don’t want to believe it, and my mother has cut him completely out of her life and seems happier, so I suppose it’s possible.”
“Can mating be a choice?”
“Yes and no. It’s often hard to explain because fated mates are different. They are predetermined and have a higher purpose. But being with your mate and accepting them are a choice, but not who they are. That’s decided by fate.” He struggled with the concept of soulmates because of his parents. His father was more than an alcoholic. He was a bad man and didn’t care about anyone but himself. He blamed others for his misfortune. Took advantage of everyone he could, and he preyed on the weak.
“So how do you know someone is the one you’re supposed to be with?”
“You just know,” he said, placing the palm of his hand on the side of her face, his thumb rubbing the soft skin on the top of her high cheekbone. “I’ve never trusted witches,” he said so softly hebarely heard his own voice. “You have the power to change how people think and feel.”
“Vampires have the power to kill more so than any other creature.”
“Vampires are my race’s enemy in general, but at least with them, I don’t have to worry about them casting some spell on me that I would have no idea existed unless some mesmerizing witch decides to take a look inside my whatever and nearly dies in the process.”
“But I didn’t, and most witches are good and don’t use their witchcraft to harm others.”
“Perhaps. However, someone did, and had that spell never been cast, we would have mated the second you walked into Paul’s office. I would have instantly staked my claim. And you would have felt me do it.”
“Maybe a little piece of you did because I started blinking fairy dust.” She raised her hand, circling her tender fingers around his wrist.
He sucked in a breath.
She leaned closer, her lips only an inch from his. Her sweet strawberry scent teased his system.
“You can trust me,” she said.
“I know.” The simple declaration surprised him. The deep connection he felt for her scared him, and he didn’t scare easily.
Slipping his hand behind her neck, he pressed his mouth against her plump, rosy lips, which tasted like a Creamsicle. Her eyelids danced over her deep-blue eyes like a well-choreographed waltz. It took all the control he could muster not to lift her into his arms and drop her on his bed. He wanted her, but for the first time in his life, he wanted to savor every inch of her supple skin.
Her chest heaved, shoving her firm breasts against him. A deep growl vibrated from his throat while their tongues exploredevery crevice of their mouths with a tenderness he’d never experienced before. While there was a deep desire to please, there was no desperation to be inside her. Instead, it felt like the first time he’d ever kissed a girl with the glorious wonderment of what could be next.
He eased her back onto the sofa, unfolding her legs. He lay down next to her, their lips still locked in a tangled web of affection. Heat poured from their bodies, soaking them with a sweet nectar.
There was no rush to strip them of their clothing, but the passion and intimacy between them exploded with the fierce drive that no way would anyone ever do it for him.
Except her.
Only her.
He nuzzled his face in her soft neck, kissing her supple skin, nibbling on her ear, enjoying the way her body shivered. His hand rested on her tight, flat stomach under her shirt, her skin softer than any piece of expensive silk money could buy.
