The sight of those fangs caused an unraveling within her. She didn’t think; she couldn’t think as her vampire nature overtook her humanity.
She thrust her hips against him as an almost animalistic frenzy took her over. It was a frenzy he was happy to match as he carried her out of the bathroom and toward the bed.
They collapsed half on and half off the bed as he took her with a ruthlessness she didn’t know she needed but suddenly craved. When he pulled out of her, she almost screamed, but then he rolled her over and his thigh shoved hers apart before he plunged into her again.
She could feel him deep inside her, taking her over as he joined with her, but even as he was touching the deepest parts of her, branding himself onto her flesh and claiming pieces of her soul, it wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” she commanded. “Harder.”
She had no idea who this brazen, wanton woman was, but she welcomed this side of her as her body clamored for more.
Dante eagerly obeyed as he gripped her hips. In the beginning, he was afraid he might hurt her, but her cries of pleasure doused any of his doubts and pushed him beyond what he believed himself capable of doing.
He’d never been so out of touch with his humanity and so in touch with the vampire part of him before. He believed he’d hate this loss of control; instead, he welcomed it. Yet, it still wasn’t enough. He craved more.
When she came apart beneath him, he didn’t follow her over the edge. He didn’t want this to stop, and though her sheath clenching around his dick was an exquisite sensation, he didn’t give himself over to his release.
He grasped her hair and, winding it around his wrist, pulled her head back to expose the vein in her throat more. Running his tongue over her vein, he relished the hitch in her breath and the way her body stilled in anticipation. He waited for her to tell him to stop, but she didn’t speak and still didn’t breathe.
He paused over her vein, and she inhaled a breath when the tips of his fangs pricked her skin, the comforter twisting around her hands. When she still didn’t say anything, he sank his fangs into her throat.
Cassidy was sure she couldn’t get any higher, but she was wrong. The sensation of him draining her blood while moving within her again caused her to soar like an eagle over the mountains.
And like that eagle, she felt free and powerful in a way she never had before. She was giving him the nourishment he sought and easing the demands of his body. When he released her hair, she would have collapsed on the bed, but his hand clasped her throat as he continued to drain her.
Slowly, Dante removed his rigid cock from inside her and reluctantly released his bite. Lifting her, he moved her up on the bed and rolled her over. “I’m not done with you,” he said.
She gave him a sultry smile as she slid her arms above her head and draped her legs around his waist. “Good.”
When he claimed her mouth, she tasted her blood on his tongue and nipped at his lip. She licked away the small bead of blood that formed, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Breaking the kiss, she bowed until her back came off the bed.
When her breasts rose toward his mouth, Dante claimed one of her nipples. He ran his tongue across it before sinking his fangs into her breast and tasting her in long, greedy pulls. Cassidy threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.
When she tugged his hair, Dante released his bite and lifted himself over the top of her. Anticipation thundered through his veins as her reddened eyes fell on his neck. She was as ravenous for him as he was for her, and he would not deny her.
Clasping the back of her head, Dante lifted her until her lips rested against his neck. When her fangs pierced his flesh, his desperate need for her diminished with every pull of his blood.
She was his; he was sustaining her and a part of her. Lowering his mouth to her shoulder, he bit deep. A swell of emotion that wasn’t his poured into him as her blood filled him.
At first, he couldn’t differentiate her emotions from his, but then her awe and how much she cared for him broke through. And the depth of her caring made it almost impossible for him to think. He was falling in love with her, but the pure joy of her spirit pushed him over the edge.
Tears burned his eyes as he gathered her closer and crushed her against him. She was his future, and instead of being drab and depressing, it now shone brighter than all the stars in the sky.
Breaking his bite on her, he rested his lips against her ear as he told her, “I love you.”
I love you too, she whispered into his mind, and he realized the mating bond was complete.
This time when she climaxed, he followed her over the edge.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Dante stomped his foot and leaned against the bar while he watched Cassidy on the stage. Joy radiated from her face as she belted out a rendition of “Sweet Caroline” that had everyone in the bar stomping their feet and singing with her. He was one of them. There was no way he could resist the song.
Beside him, Julian shouted out “so good, so good” with the rest of the crowd. Aida laughed as she threw one arm in the air and fist-pumped to the chorus. When Cassidy finished the song, the bar erupted into applause as she gave an elegant bow. At the other end of the bar, Kyle waved a white rag in the air and whistled loudly.
Rising from her bow, Cassidy beamed at the crowd before her eyes settled on him. Feeling like
