Page 22 of Blood Day: Part Two
The bond thrived, forcing my body to react favorably to his intrusion.
Another climax built, spilling through me in pleasurable agony.
But in its wake was a weakening heart.
A heart that had just begun to beat for the first time.
Just to startle at the realization that Cedric could only temporarily be mine.
Our destinies were simply meant to cross for this brief moment in our lives.
In a blink, that link between us would end.
He would go on surviving.
While I would suffer a fate worse than death.
All because he chose to mate me for a brief experience, knowing I could never truly be his.
He kissed me, his tongue voicing an apology I didn’t want to feel. But he left me no choice, his body still taking mine, his arousal a hot brand that demanded release.
When he came, it was my name he whispered. However, it didn’t sound pleasurable so much as pained.
A pain I very much understood, as it rivaled my own ache deep inside.
This was the cruelest game of all—a glimpse into the life we could have had, knowing full well it would die just as quickly as it’d begun.
Chapter5
Cedric
“You’ll let that happen?”
Lily’s words haunted me, keeping me from chasing her into her dreams. She’d been physically sated and emotionally exhausted, her mind easily taking her under for some much-needed rest.
But not mine.
My mind refused to do anything other than repeat that phrase and the feelings that had followed.
I hadn’t been able to answer her. Not out loud, anyway. Because I didn’t much care for the response—“I won’t have a choice.”
Silvano would force me to break the bond. He didn’t allow for such complications, and as my maker, I would have no choice but to follow through on the command.
He’d take my sweet flower and ruin her.
Unless I killed her first.
I drew my fingers through her hair, reveling in the silky texture. Her soul had married mine, making her immortal. Which meant her life would be prolonged to withstand eternity. An intimate gift vampires very rarely bestowed upon a human mate.
Lily would be much harder to kill now.
And if something did happen, her spirit would simply draw energy from mine and revitalize her.
At least until theErositabond broke.
That act required one of two things to happen—my death, or intimacy with another male.
Oh, but not just any intimacy. I could share her with a friend, let him fuck her mouth, and she’d still remain mine. But vaginal intercourse—and anal—would shatter my hold over her. Only I could intimately penetrate her.
