Page 35 of Love, Rekindled

“Deal.” She nibbled a slow path of kisses down his torso.

“Jayla,” he choked as she reached the rigid muscles of his lower stomach.

“Hmm?”

“Even vampires have limits,” he ground out.

She gave a throaty chuckle as she deliberately rubbed back up the length of his body. Her nerves sizzled with awareness, sensitized to the point of near pain.

“Limits are meant to be tested.”

“Consider me tested.” Without warning, he slid his hands down to grasp her hips, arching off the mattress to press the fierce jut of his erection against her. Jayla moaned, the aching desire becoming a sharp, ruthless need as the tip of him slipped just inside. “Make me yours,kiska.”

“Yes.”

She pulled back her lips, revealing her razor-sharp fangs, then used one tip to score a deep furrow next to the scar her dagger had left. Holding his smoldering gaze, she lapped the rich blood that filled the wound.

An unexpected concussion of electricity rippled through Jayla. As if she’d just been struck by lightning. Fate was clearly a badass female who didn’t want a silly vampire to miss the fact that she’d just been eternally mated. And Jayla was totally fine with that.

“Mine,” she whispered, feeling the mating mark sizzle beneath the skin of her forearm.

“Yours.”

Azrael lifted his head off the mattress, claiming her lips with a searing act of possession. Then, spreading kisses over her face, he stroked his lips down the length of her neck. Jayla dug her fingers into his shoulders as he relentlessly tugged her upward.

“Azrael…” Her words faltered as he caught the hardened tip of her breast between his teeth. Her head fell back as he tugged and suckled her, the insistent pleasure crashing through her. He moved to the other breast, ruthlessly driving her passions to the point of no return.

She wanted him inside her. She wanted his erection driving so deep that neither would know where one started and the other ended. But even as she widened her legs to allow his cock inside her, he pulled her up his body.

She moaned as his mouth teased a path down her stomach, occasionally scraping a fang against her shivering flesh. Then, gripping her hips tightly in his hands, he positioned her directly over his head. Jayla planted her hands flat against the cold wall as his mouth found her moist cleft.

She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling not to melt into a puddle of pure bliss as his tongue reached out to stroke the highly sensitive flesh. It was deliciously decadent to be poised above him as he expertly urged her toward the looming climax.

Wallowing in erotic sensations, she allowed him to pleasure her. He located the pinpoint center of her pleasure with torturous care, keeping her steady with a steely grip.

Jayla clenched her fangs as he gently stoked the building fire inside her, completely lost in the blazing delight. It was nearly too late when she abruptly pulled away from his magical touch.

“Wait, Azrael…” she gasped.

Easily sensing she wanted him deep inside her when she came, Azrael guided her back down his body, positioning her so that he could slowly penetrate her softness. Jayla released a harsh sigh of relief as she pushed herself against his hard cock. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Taking a moment to savor the sense of utter completion, she finally opened her eyes when Azrael lay unmoving beneath her. Her lethal Siberian tiger crouched and ready to pounce.

“Azrael?” she asked in puzzlement.

“Your turn to be the boss, Jayla,” he rasped.

A slow smile of delight curved her lips as she placed her hands flat on his chest and lifted her hips before sliding back down with enough force to make him grunt in mindless bliss.

Azrael growled, his eyes shimmering with an ancient contentment. “Maybe I should worry that I can’t come back from the grave,” he teased. “I’m fairly certain you’re going to kill me. Again.”

In answer, Jayla pulled up and slammed down. Then she lifted herself higher before plunging downward again. His hips arched off the mattress, his lips pulled back to reveal fully extended fangs. Jayla moaned with heady satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying having this male at her mercy.

He belonged to her. For all eternity.

Their souls were bound together. Their unbeating hearts entangled to the point where his every emotion was nestled deep inside her. As if they truly were one.

Slowly, deliberately, she drove them both to the edge of frenzy, waiting until he pleaded for mercy before pumping against him with blinding speed.

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