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Giving her a few seconds to recover, I slid back over and kissed her, letting her taste how delicious she was. I pushed the tip inside, slowly at first to let her adjust, while she slid her hands down my back and encouraged me to go deeper. Once I was fully inside her tight channel, I rocked in and out. She moved against me from below, and we soon joined in rhythm.
The hunger grew, clawing at the edges of my restraint, but I refused to let it consume me—especially not tonight.
“I see you struggle, Damien,” she said with gentle understanding. “Don’t fight it anymore.”
I froze, staring down at her. “What?”
“It’s okay.” She brushed my cheek. “You can bite me.”
Anticipation surged through me with volcanic ferocity. Those words voiced my deepest fantasy, but I had to make sure she meant it. I searched her face for fear or uncertainty but found trust—and desire that mirrored my own.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
She bit her lip and nodded, keeping her eyes on mine. “Yesss,” she purred. “I’ve been thinking about it. I want it…want you to.” She tipped her head, exposing her smooth, inviting throat. “Please.”
Strong emotions crashed over me, leaving me heady with anticipation. The thought of tasting her, what I’d longed for since the first moment we met, sent raw hunger coursing through me. I fought to control my thirst as my fangs itched desperately for me to taste her.
I bent down and my lips brushed her throat, her pulse throbbing just beneath it. Her scent, now slightly tinged with salty perspiration, flooded my senses. Then I opened my mouth, extended my fangs, and sank them into her flesh.
She gasped and clung on to me. Her blood flowed over my tongue, a vibrant bouquet of rich flavors, utterly exquisite…
Her heart pounded and then—mine.The faintest hint of my heart beat softly, joining the rhythm of hers. They came together like a masterful symphony, and I knew I was forever changed. She was the one—the only one. She stirred my heart to beat in a way I hadn’t felt since I’d been turned. A bond had formed, a soul-deep one that connected us.
I could happily die there, just like that, listening to the sounds of her pounding heartbeat and ragged breaths. Being buried insideher hot, welcoming body while I drank her irresistible essence was bliss beyond anything I’d ever known.
Although I’d paused my movements to taste her, I began to rock into her once more, almost on an instinctual level. She dug her fingers into my back, moaning with each quickening thrust, and she bucked against me from below. Her body tensed and her moans grew louder. I sensed her getting closer.
With a cry, she shattered, bringing me with her. A powerful climax roared through my veins, and I had to pull away from her throat. I exploded into her hot body with a fierce growl, losing all sense of time and space. When I finally regained some sort of cognition, I gently lowered myself onto her and she held me close, her heart still beating hard.
“Kylie,” I whispered, my voice rough. I wanted to beg her not to leave, to give us a chance. But she’d made her decision and I couldn’t make her stay. I whispered, “I’ll miss you.”
She ran her hands down my slick back and released a small sigh. “I’ll miss you too.”
She was the one. My mate.
And she was leaving me.
I had to let her go.
CHAPTER 15
KYLIE
The red and purple lights at the Danger Zone lit up the club while Morphine’s “Honey White” echoed around me. I poured a whiskey mule for a regular and slid it over with a somewhat forced smile. It had been two weeks since I’d returned from the cruise, and every day I questioned if I’d made a mistake.
It was a Saturday night, which was great for tips, and the business kept me moving. I hoped the distraction would keep my mind off Damien, but he crept in whenever I least expected.
At closing, Gianna leaned against the bar, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. “What’s going on, Kylie?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, glancing up briefly as I put glasses on the shelves.
“You seem different since you’ve come back from your trip. You said you had a great time, but something’s off. Did something happen on the cruise?”
I grabbed a rag and rubbed the bar top with vigor, even though I’d already cleaned it. “It was great. Great,” I repeated mechanically while avoiding eye contact. “Spectacular scenery, lots of food.”
“And?” she prompted.
“And what?”
