Roman knew the moment Isabella woke, as her heartbeat soared, but he waited a few seconds to see what her response would be. She was, after all, still entangled in his arms, and practically naked. She wriggled and he slipped his hand over her breast to comfort her.
“Roman, what have you done to me?”
“You were sick, my love, but I suspect you feel much better this morning.”
She stretched her hands over his naked chest, touching all the ridges and planes, slipping them lower down his abdomen until she fondled his cock.
Hm, yes, she is feeling better. He grabbed her hand. If she kept stroking, he wouldn’t be able to hold back and that wouldn’t be good at this point for either of them. His hunger called. And, at some point during the night, he had removed all his clothes, wanting to feel her warm skin against his. Now he was fully aroused, but he wasn’t alone in this. Right now, having sex dominated Isabella’s mind and he cursed for not extracting himself sooner. He had fallen asleep. What an idiot.
Isabella pressed her delicious, soft curves into his, the aftereffects of her drinking his blood still in her system, and she wet her lips, staring at him with her big green eyes. She slipped lower to nudge her sex against his erection that he longed to sink deep inside her.
“I need—you inside me.”
To hear those words, full of dripping want and need—how he had longed to hear them. But his blood filled her veins like a drug. Her scratchy, seductive voice made his shaft stiffen harder, and when she grabbed him, he couldn’t resist rolling over her. Roman pressed his larger frame into hers, kissing her lips and thrusting his tongue at the seam of her mouth until she opened for him. The tip of his shaft jerked right by her wet entrance and she grabbed his hair, tugging it. In another heartbeat, he could sink himself and fill her. Claim her as his forever. As she licked his neck, he groaned. The tip of his dick probed her slick, wet folds. Heaven. His body thrummed with overpowering need and a fierce hunger.
She lay awake, panting and willing. Her wide green eyes showed a mix of emotions, but desire flared. He nudged her legs apart, and she tilted her hips closer.
Roman moved swiftly to kiss her breasts. She undulated under him, clinging to him, and he couldn’t last much longer. He sank his teeth into the soft rounded flesh and sucked her sweet blood, savoring the taste as it flowed over his tongue and inside his mouth. Isabella arched under him, pressing her body into his, and he held her arms tight as he drank, only taking enough to tide him over. He could hunt once through the portal, Lady Tenille promised.
As soon as he had his fill, he kissed her long and deep on the lips, giving her a lover’s kiss. Staring down at the teeth marks on her breast, he couldn’t help but smile at the passionate woman in his arms and licked the skin. He left the note that he had penned during the night on the bedside table. It simply relinquished his hold upon her. Breaking off their engagement. When she awoke, she would be free of him for good.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Isabella read the handwritten note several times over and knew the contents by heart. A couple of hours later, the shock was no less diminished than when she discovered it. Yesterday, after the attempt at dinner, she collapsed with the mad delirium her sister predicted, and the vamp had swooped in and taken care of her. Not only taken care of her, but made her better. A sick sensation gripped her belly as pieces of the night, and Roman, flashed before her. Her hand shook as she recalled his words from the letter. She should be happy. He had broken off their engagement. He promised it would not affect the treaty with her coven and the vampires. He offered no further reason or explanation. Clutching her chest, a fury screamed inside.
How dare he? He sucks my blood, makes me drink his, until I’m a quivering mess. Gives me the best orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life and he walks away. What the hell?
Isabella picked up the empty glass vase from her dresser and threw it against the wall, letting it smash into a million tiny pieces. A kaleidoscope of emotions whirled through her. Roman pursued her endlessly for the past two years, and now walked away.
She couldn’t, wouldn’t cry. This opened the door to a real relationship with Jake. If he would even want one after yesterday. Did she want that? Her phone buzzed and she picked it out from her back pocket. “Hi, Ella. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. I’m going to the cemetery to put some flowers on Josephine’s grave. I wondered if you would come with me.”
She didn’t like visiting the graves, but Isabella heard Ella’s anxious voice. The soul-shifter’s agitation filtered through easily. She was anything but fine.
“Marcus leaves tomorrow and I can’t stop worrying something will go wrong.”
Isabella grabbed her jacket and strode out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She needed a distraction and this would do. Checking inside her jacket for her blade, she descended the stairs. “Have you spoken to him at all since the dinner party?”
There was a lull in conversation, before a small cry from Nate came from the other end.
“No. He sent roses on Monday and orchids on Tuesday. A basket of fruit and chocolates, which I shouldn’t have eaten, but I did. These romantic gestures are not
