Page 117 of A Truth of Dark Umbras
Killian’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn, letting my gaze glide over his naked chest, a sheen of sweat glistening across his perfect abs. His dark trousers hang low on his waist, and lust coils tight in my belly at the sight of those sinful diagonal lines of muscle that start at his hipbone and disappear under his clothing.
“And where might you find such a thing to barter for my thoughts?” I ask with a knowing smirk.
“Fine,” he chuckles as he swoops in and gathers me in his chiseled arms, lifting me from the swing as if I weigh nothing. “A kiss for your thoughts, then.”
“That is a bargain I will make gladly,” I answer, and he wastes no time in pressing his mouth to mine.
He carries me inside to the white canopy bed and lowers us both between the plush pillows. My fingers roam over the expanse of his back, mapping the muscles I have traced a million times over with the same insatiablehunger that never simmers down, no matter how many times we get lost in each other.
We’re blessed with eternity, and even that somehow pales in the face of this connection.
A shiver runs down my spine in time with Killian’s tongue swirling around the mark at the base of my throat.
“Dragoste,” I say in a voice so needy it sounds foreign even to my own ears. The word comes out as a barely contained plea.
“Yes, love?” he murmurs, fangs grazing a breath above my flesh, enough to drown me in sensation, but without the pressure I crave.
“You know what I want,” I pant, my pulse quickening in tune with the growing urgency coursing through my veins.
“I haven’t the faintest clue,” he rumbles with a satisfied grin.
The insufferable male. Of course he knows what I desire. He just likes to see me beg for it.
“You’ll have to ask for it, little umbra, like a good girl.My good girl.”
Dammit. My mind becomes a puddle when he calls me that.
Every single time.
“Bite me, Killian. Have your feast.”
The moment the supplication leaves my lips, he pounces on me like a starved man unleashed, canines sinking into artery and warm blood spilling between us.
Blood is no longer a need for sustenance for him, but it has become our favorite foreplay. The exquisite rush of my essence flowing from my veins to his, accompanied by the sting of the bite, brings me to climax before I can even take my next breath. My back arches off the bed and his rough hands find my breasts, kneading, pinching through the thin chemise. I hook my legs around his waist, desperately looking to close any remaining distance between our bodies.
To become one.
“I love you, Killian,” I moan in his ear, my hands pushing down his trousers to free him.
Who knew I would find my forever in another realm, surrendering to the wickedly sinful Vampire King whom I was raised to loathe mindlessly and fear unreasonably.
I once told him I didn’t want our love to be fated because I wanted it to be real.
Now I know it can be both.
“Not nearly as much as I adore you, umbra mea. All existence begins and ends with you,” he rasps in that low, core-heating voice of his.
And then he enters me, and we are where we have always been supposed to be.
In each other’s arms.
In each other’s souls.
THE END
