Page 72 of Forever Midnight

“Tru…” Midnight whispers. “It’s you I desire. You know this, right? Yes, I loved Benedict once, and part of me always will, but this between us, now, it’s about you and me.”

I smile, brushing my fingers down his cheek. “I know.” Shaking my head, I blow out a breath. “It’s hard to describe, but I can sense the part of my soul that came from him. I’m aware of the part that’s all me. Now it all makes so much sense. Why I can speak French, the memories that never seemed like mine.”

“The night you played the song Benedict wrote on the piano.”

Tilting my head, I search my memory and it comes back to me. “How did I forget that?”

“I made you. You were panicking.” He squeezes my hand. “My apologies for compelling you. It just felt like the right thing to do.”

“It was. Don’t apologize for protecting me.” We sit in silence for a moment. “So the act of making love brought Benedict to the surface, right?”

“That seems to be the case.”

“Maybe…” I rub my chest, feeling the answer come to me. “Yes. It’s because he knew then that we were ready.”

Midnight’s expression softens. “He knew then that you had my heart.”

“Do I?”

“You must know, my darling.” Midnight cups my cheek. “I adore you. You are a much-needed light and hope in my long life.” Pulling my hands to his chest, he smiles. “I love you, Tru.”

My heart flutters in my chest while my stomach is doing somersaults. “Wow. I’ve never heard those words romantically before. I used to dream about what it would feel like to love someone and be loved back, but my imagination wasn’t even close to how epic it is.”

Midnight’s skin cools even more as his eyes shimmer.

“Midnight, I’m not falling anymore. I’m already there. I love you. Thank you for saving me, chasing me, catching me.”

“I will spend eternity loving you.”

I press a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away as he tries to chase the kiss. “I think we should pick up where we left off before we had our visitor.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“I have one request though,” I whisper, dragging my hand through his thick hair.

“Anything.”

Swallowing hard, I summon the courage to say what’s running around in my head right now. “I want you to bite me. I want to know what it feels like.”

“Are you sure?”

Nodding, I answer, “Yeah. Very.”

“What a gift.” His lips part, his fangs brushing against them. “I can barely contain myself.”

“Is that what it’s like? When you like someone, you just want to taste them?”

“In every possible way. I want to feast on your flesh.”

“Cool.” I smile, rubbing my thumb along his bottom lip. “Let’s feast then.”

Midnight wastes no time, pushing me back as he closes his lips over mine. His body seems to flicker between cool and hot, finally settling on something in between, and my mind drifts for just a second, wondering what it would feel like to be a vampire.

“Strange at first,” Midnight whispers, kissing my neck. “I canfeelyour thoughts.”

“Feel?”

“Yes. That’s the only way I can describe it. It’s like they seep through you to me.”

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