Page 102 of The Vampire's Soul

She felt herself blushing and overwhelmed despite having been intimate with him before this. Tonight felt different. Ella suspected he would bond them.

Yet it felt rushed and urgent, as if there was no time.

Were they going to die?

The answer might be yes, and if it was, did she want to spend it talking about their inevitable demise or just make love to the vampire she’d loved forever? And feel the bond she’d craved a lifetime?

The answer was clear.

Ella reached behind her and flicked off her bra, then tossed it on the ground. All she wanted was Mack and to feel their passionate and deep connection. To hear him say he loved her over and over...

Ella let out another squeal when Mack picked her up and laid her down on the bed.

“Mack, slow down.”

His eyes brushed across hers like a madman craving a fix.

“I need you to be mine.” He climbed over her, pulling her panties off and spread her legs. “Now.”

When his tongue flicked her clit, her hips bolted off the bed.

“Oh, shit.” Painful pleasure plowed through her as he then clamped down and sucked the nub.

Shuddering with desire, Ella clenched the sheets, barely taking in the beautiful high ceilings of the Tuscan mansion. She probably should have been more impressed with the centuries-old property that was located on a huge tree-lined section in Italy.

But the man making love to her was so much more amazing. This was her dream come true. Well, except the part where they might not live past this moment.

Don’t focus on that.

Gripping the backs of her thigh, Mack continued to devour her, his large palm reaching to cup her breast and flicking her nipple. Responding, Ella reached for his hair and slid her fingers through it, then tugged.

She noticed he wasn’t looking at her. Something was wrong. This wasn’t urgency, this was avoidance. She needed to see his eyes. Feel his heart.

“Mack.”

“Ella,” he said against her sex.

She tugged his shoulders, and he lifted, moving over her, his body blocking out the world, so it was just the two of them. His soul peering into hers.

“Hi,” she whispered, cupping her hands around his face. “I need you.”

As his cock pressed against her entrance and the head pressed in, both their mouths parted.

“You have me. I’m going to protect you with my last breath, El, I promise.”

“I know.”

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” Mack rasped. “You are mine.”

Tears prickled in her eyes at the words she’d longed to hear for as long as she could remember. As her heart soared, Mackfilled her, sinking deep as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

“Tell me.” He growled, dominance lacing his words.

Her lips stretched into a small smile, joy dancing inside her chest. Finally.

This was it.

The moment she got to tell him how she felt instead of pretending. Instead of hiding.

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