Page 34 of Love, Rekindled

“More, more, more,” she murmured when he finally allowed her to speak.

“I’ve spent seven hundred years fantasizing about touching you.” His hands skimmed the curves of her back, savored the softness of her skin.

“I’m no fantasy,” she assured him.

“Thank the goddess,” he rasped, cupping her ass.

“Azrael,” she whispered.

“You’re as soft as silk.”

She pressed against him, her lips skimming down the length of his jaw. “You’re hard as steel.”

“And getting harder by the second,” he assured her.

With a low chuckle, she reached down to wrap her fingers around his full arousal. “So I noticed.”

Desire clawed deep inside him. He wanted this female. He wanted to take her fast and furiously, with his fangs buried deep in her throat. Pagan passion at its best. Then he wanted a slow, delicious seduction that would last hours. Perhaps days. When he was done, he wanted to start all over again.

First, however, he wanted to know that their futures were bound together. “Are you prepared to complete the mating?”

She held his gaze, her expression calm. “It’s the one thing I’m sure of,” she assured him. “You belong to me.”

Azrael moved to frame her face in his hands. “For all eternity.” Leaning forward, he kissed her with an aching need.

Jayla melted toward him. “For eternity.”

Unable to wait another moment, Azrael cupped the back of her head and tilted it to the side. Hunger slammed through him at the exposed length of her slender neck, a feast for his senses.

His fangs lengthened, his cock twitching in anticipation.

“My beautiful assassin,” he whispered before striking with blurring speed. Jayla jerked as his fangs sank deep into her silken flesh. But not in pain. The intoxicating scent of lotus drenched the air and hit his tongue as he drank deeply of her blood. “Mine,” he rasped, feeling the shocking power of the mating bond explode through him.

Removing his fangs, he tenderly licked the tiny puncture wounds, a searing heat crawling beneath the skin of his forearm as the mating mark slowly appeared. The elaborate crimson tattoo would be a visible statement that he was well and truly mated.

To the most exquisite female in the world.

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Jayla’s bodytrembled as a raw, primitive need tore through her. She’d felt desire and hunger, but nothing like this. It was savage. As if she’d be ripped apart if she didn’t sate the demands of her body.

Immediately.

With a low growl, Jayla pressed her hands against Azrael’s shoulders, and with one fierce push, had Azrael flipped onto his back. Not giving him time to react, she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and gazing down at him with smug satisfaction.

Not that he appeared to mind their new positions. In fact, Azrael’s eyes smoldered with anticipation as he reached up to span her waist with his hands.

“I should have known you would want to be on top,” he murmured in a husky voice.

She lowered her head to trail her lips over his shoulders, relishing the sense of empowerment that flowed through her blood. Azrael was a formidable warrior who had no need to constantly puff up his ego. He knew he could destroy anything in his path, so it didn’t bother him to surrender control.

“Are you saying I’m bossy?” she teased, using the tip of her tongue to circle his flat nipple.

He muttered his pleasure in a low growl, his fingers digging into her flesh. “On occasion.”

“Is that a problem?” she whispered, moving steadily lower.

“We can take turns,” he rasped.

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