Darkness Eternal (Guardians of Eternity #7.5)(18)

Quivering, she allowed herself to drown in the exquisite sensations. Over and over his tongue dipped into her gathering dampness, stroking with a steady rhythm that was custom designed for maximum pleasure.

Oh, he was fantastic.

A top of the line, first-class lover that made all the years of waiting worthwhile.

Then, gently he sucked the hidden nub into his mouth and Kata screamed as the entire world shattered in a burst of shimmering stars.

Caught off guard by the sheer force of her release, Kata was barely aware of Uriel sliding up her body and entering her in one smooth thrust. But as he captured her lips in a demanding kiss, she instinctively wrapped her arms about his shoulders and arched her back to meet the plundering strokes of his erection.

“Perfect,” he husked against her lips, his entire body trembling as he jerkily surged in and out of her body. “You’re perfect.”

Kata barely registered his soft words, lost in the mind-numbing pleasure that was once again building in her lower body. With every thrust he pressed deeper into her body, his fullness creating a delectable friction.

“Yes, Uriel . . . yes . . .” She urged him to a faster pace, raking her nails down his back as he drove into her with a single minded purpose.

“Mine,” he rasped as he scraped his fangs down the line of her throat. “My sweet Kata.”

With one last surge he tumbled them both over the edge of reason, remaining buried deep inside her as her scream of fulfillment echoed through the glade.

Chapter 7

Uriel smiled as Kata’s cries became soft moans of completion, his body still trembling from the pleasure of her wild passion.

Bloody hell.

He expected the explosion of bliss. He’d never experienced a woman with such a savage desire. And with Kata’s eager response to his touch, the resulting earth-rocking, mind-blowing, the-best-orgasm-ever had been inevitable.

But what he hadn’t expected was the primitive surge of possession that had settled in the center of his heart.

Mine.

The word had whispered over and over in his mind, settling deep in his soul.

Feeling Kata stir beneath him, he reluctantly rolled to the side, tightly tucking her against him. He growled at the satin slide of her naked skin and the beat of her heart that echoed in his own.

He hadn’t shared her blood, but already she was an intimate part of him.

A smile curved his lips as Kata tilted back her head, a shell-shocked expression on her beautiful face.

“That was . . .”

“Only the beginning,” he promised, his hand cupping her full breast.

The dark eyes flashed with ready fire. “Hey, don’t be making plans that include me, vampire.”

He chuckled, his finger circling the dusky nipple into a hard peak.

“Then don’t be making promises you don’t intend to keep.”

She moaned, her back arching and her hands running up the bare planes of his chest. But even as he shivered with a raw jolt of anticipation, she gave a startled gasp pulling back to study his chest with a frown.

“Oh, Uriel,” she breathed.

“What?”

Her fingers tenderly stroked the scar that marred his skin. “You’ve been injured.”

With a hiss Uriel was on his feet, his hand instinctively covering the wound.

Christ, he’d forgotten.

Lost in the stunning power of his awareness of Kata, his mind had refused to remember that this was an impossible dream.

No.

It was worse than impossible, he fiercely reminded himself.

It was dangerous.

She studied his tight expression with a frown, slowly sitting upright.

“Uriel?”

“It was a long time ago,” he muttered.

Her eyes narrowed. “Then why are you still angry?” Angry?

He wanted to fall to his knees and howl at the bleak desolation that filled his heart.

It was one thing to know he was denied the promise of a mate when she was a mythical creature that might or might not make an appearance in his life. It was another to be given a glimpse of paradise only to have it snatched away.

“Because it’s a reminder that my future is no longer my own,” he said in stark tones.

Cautiously she rose to her feet, her hand reaching toward his chest.

“You sound like Yannah.”

“Don’t,” he growled, jerking away.

“Tell me what happened.”

He hesitated, before giving a faint shrug. He admired her courage too much to lie.

“I had a rather nasty encounter with a Jinn beneath the docks of London,” he grimly confessed.

She paled, her hand trembling as she pushed back the heavy tumble of her dark curls.

“A Jinn?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Two centuries ago, give or take.”

Her expression was impossible to read, although she was too intelligent not to realize the significance of the date.

“You battled?”

He made a sound of disgust. Even after two centuries it still rankled he’d made such a pansy-ass showing against the Jinn.

Hell, a dew fairy could have done more damage.

“You could call it that,” he groused. “As much as I hate to admit it, there wasn’t much of a fight. I barely sensed the Jinn’s approach before he’d killed my brother and captured me.”