Page 51 of Blood Vows
But just like me, his first orgasm hadn't been his only. As I could tell, it was starting to build once more. And he had no idea about those shadows, even as he placed his forehead to mine. His powerful thrusts driving me even higher. Once more, tearing an orgasm out of me. At the same time, he too experienced his second. And at this, the shadows, his power, shot out of him, cocooning us in darkness. So, there was only he and I, in the center of our own hurricane. It was incredible, and it was only as we were coming down from our euphoric high that the shadows settled. Slowly dropping from the air to meet the floor before slithering back to their master. Once again merging against his skin, but this time leaving a handsome face to behold.
My hand reached up to his now unmarred cheek, and I whispered,
“You were beautiful before, and you are beautiful now” His eyes held surprise, and then a slight confusion as my words fully penetrated. His eyes shot to seek out the floor-length window across from us, where he could now see the reflection of our bodies painting a picture.
His glowing eyes narrowed, making me wonder what he now saw in himself. I didn’t doubt that his eyesight was far greater than my own. So, I wasn’t surprised when I heard the small gasp leave his lips.
He quickly looked down at his body, holding himself above me, keeping our hips connected. That small breath of relief whenhe saw the darkness hadn’t left him completely told me how important it was to him.
But not as important as something else.
I knew that when his heated gaze rose back to meet my own. The look of wonder in them gave me a power I had never felt before. Even more so when his thoughts soon followed,
“You tamed my darkness… my fated goddess… my only love…”
“…My reason to let go of a vengeful heart.”
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IT STARTS WITH BLOOD
To say that his words had made an impact was an understatement. Even long after they were spoken, they continued to echo through my mind, a slow reverberation that refused to fade. I could still hear his voice, low and rough, wrapping around every confession like velvet over steel.
Even when he rolled to his side and tucked me against him, my thoughts refused to be quiet. I lay there in the circle of his arms, tracing faint lines over his chest where shadows claimed his skin, feeling them hum softly beneath my touch. It fascinated me, the way his darkness seemed to react to me, like a living pulse answering my call. Yet even as the calm settled over us, questions still churned in my mind.
The story behind his vengeance.
The truth behind the woman in his bed.
The secrets that still lived in the walls of this house.
But I couldn’t ruin this fragile peace between us, not yet. So instead, I whispered,
“So… what happens now?”
His hand, which had been lazily drawing circles over my hip, stilled. His voice was careful when he replied,
“What do you mean?”
I smiled faintly, unable to help myself.
“Well, I could give you a list, but it might be a bit much after what we just did.” He made a sound deep in his throat, a quiet rumble of amusement that sent a pleasant shiver through me.
“You and your questions,” he murmured, quiet amusement coating his words.
Propping myself up on his chest, I looked down at him, my hair falling forward like a curtain. We were still sprawled across the rug, bare and tangled in the afterglow of something I hadn’t expected to happen between us. I could see all of his face now those dark veins that had once marred one side of it were gone, leaving behind the devastatingly beautiful man beneath.
“Can you really blame me? I didn’t exactly expect this to happen.” I teased.
He arched a brow, dark and unreadable.
“You didn’t?” I tilted my head at that and asked,
“Did you?”
“I knew you were mine the moment I scented your blood,” he confessed, and my breath caught.
“And yet you still told me I was a means to an end. You resisted this for so long, and I want to know why.” I demanded, giving him cause to exhale, the sound heavy with regret.
