A Vampire for Christmas(83)

He rose to his feet and ran his hands along her thighs, holding her steady as he positioned himself at her entrance. She watched him, her dark emerald eyes nearly black with her passion. A very visible aura of blue light, like a halo, limning her body as she rested on his silken comforter.

As the tip of him probed and then slipped in just a bit, her gaze dropped down to their joining. Then she rose on one elbow, reached for him, her thumb riding along the top of his erection. It made him quiver and his heart ached with that tender caress.

Slowly, he pressed forward, ever so conscious of his size and her body. Of the warmth of her encircling him as she welcomed each inch of him. Of the wetness of her, so slick.

Once he was home, buried deep within her, Angelina lay back down and wrapped her legs around his hips. “Please don’t move. I love the feel of you inside me.”

If he died again right then, held in her embrace, nothing could be better. Except moving in her. Feeling her heat and wetness caressing him.

But he held back, her pleasure being foremost. Her happiness meaning the world to the man he had become.

He was shaking, his body damp with sweat as he battled for control, when she offered yet another temptation. As he watched, she raised her hands and cupped her breasts, running her fingers along their tips, which caused a jump of her muscles all along his length.

He groaned and closed his eyes, afraid of losing control, but her voice came in soft command.

Open your eyes, love. Watch me.”

He couldn’t disobey.

CHAPTER NINE



ENTRANCED, HE FOLLOWED the graceful movement of her hands at her breasts. The way she grasped the turgid peaks of her nipples, flushed with desire. Rotated them, each twist generating a pulse that echoed through her body and his until he was almost panting with need.

She seemed to sense he was on the edge. She relented, asking, “Will you kiss me?”

Damien needed no further invitation, but surprised her, dipping his head to kiss the sensitive tip of each nipple. His actions tripped another climax, sending a wave throughout her body. She arched up and deepened his penetration, her muscles milking his erection with one swell after another as her satisfaction peaked and ebbed.

She tightened her legs around his waist, reaching up and encircling his back. Then she pulled away, nearly letting him slip out of her before she once again drew him in, moaning her pleasure.

That low, almost animal sound was his undoing.

With his own hoarse shout, he joined her in the release, spilling his seed within her. Savoring the final undulations of her climax before he dropped down on her, covering her body with his.

Angelina pulled him close and took a long breath to steady herself. How she wished the night would never end, but there was no escaping tomorrow.

And no avoiding the fact that no matter what happened, this might be their last time together.

Damien must have sensed her sadness. He braced one hand beside her and raised himself up.

Why the tears?” he asked and bent to kiss away the drops on her cheeks.

Tomorrow…” she began, but couldn’t finish. Yet he knew.

Tomorrow is promised to no one. Isn’t that the saying?” He dipped his head to brush his lips across hers.

I wish there was some promise I could make, but I don’t know what the future holds in store,” she acknowledged.

He lifted himself from her, his silver-gray eyes turbulent like the ocean outside. The tone of his voice was somber as he said, “Promise me you’ll love me no matter what.”

She knew what he wanted: unconditional love. In a way, she had given him that for over a century, although he had not known it. If it hadn’t been for Ramirez catching her off guard, Damien might be clueless about her role in his life. About the love she had shown him each time the question of saving his soul arose before the Angels.

And, as she had done each time, she reaffirmed what was in her heart. What couldn’t be denied.

I love you, Damien. No matter what Fate decides for us, I will love you forever.”

Overwhelmed it seemed, all he could do was grunt his acceptance and take her into his arms. They held each other tightly for long moments until he shifted them beneath the covers and into the center of the bed. Tucking her close and wrapping his arms around her, he said in a husky voice, “Rest. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

But rest was impossible for either of them.

Angelina’s thoughts were filled with fear at what would once again happen with Ramirez. Whether this time Damien would make the right choices. But even if he did, there was still the issue of her wings. Each time that fatigue dragged her eyes closed, images of violence and death jerked her awake as she imagined how Damien would have to secure their return.