Page 6 of Fateful Reunion

“But won’t that endanger every witch in this city?”

Charles laid the amulet on the bedside table before joining her on the bed again. “There’s already open war between the vampires and the witches. This won’t change anything. It won’t make relations between the two species any more strained than they already are. What it will do, is free you. You know that. Deep down you know that this is our only chance. We can’t expect help from my fellow witches. They would never accept you. They’d kill you on sight. We’re on our own. Just you and me.”

“Are you really prepared to give all this up for me?”

“Oh, Roxanne, what would I be giving up? You know I’m not part of a coven. I’ve never liked their draconian rules and their preconceived ideas of who’s good and who’s bad. Look at us.” He slid his hand under her chin, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “Haven’t we proven that there needn’t be war and hatred between our species? Haven’t we proven that there can be love?”

Tears rose to her eyes. “I’m scared, Charles.”

“Don’t be.” Charles pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her naked torso. “We’ll have a future. Together. We’ll be free. Don’t you want that?”

“I do.”

“Then trust me.”

She locked eyes with him, seeing her love for him reflected back at her. “I trust you.”

He smiled at her. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Enough to spend eternity with me?”

“Eternity?”

“Yes, as a blood-bonded couple. Because the thought of you ever biting another person enrages me.” As if to emphasize his statement, the lights in the room flickered, responding to the power inside him. “I want the only blood you ever drink to be mine.”

“Charles…” Her gaze trailed to his neck, where a thick vein throbbed. She could hear the beating of his pulse, smell the richness of his blood. His witch’s blood. Most vampires hated the taste of it, but not her. She loved it. Loved tasting him, drinking from him. Just as she loved the way he responded to her bite. She’d never seen a man turn so passionate and unrestrained. “My love.” She ran her hand through his thick dark hair, pulling him closer. “As if I could drink another man’s blood.”

A flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. He lifted his hand to her face, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. “Show them to me.”

Roxanne parted her lips and allowed her fangs to descend.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Charles whispered and pressed her back into the sheets, rolling over her.

She felt his erection rub against her thigh. She loved that about him too—that he got hard so fast. It made her feel desired.

“I love you, Roxanne.”

Gazing into her eyes, he plunged into her, his thick shaft filling her, stretching her. The first invasion was always like this: breathtaking, exhilarating, thrilling. And every time she craved it more. Craved him more. She’d never loved Silas like that. Not even before she’d discovered how evil he was.

But Charles… In him she’d found her soul mate. The only man who truly understood her and fulfilled her every need.

His movements were slow at first, almost teasing. She wrapped her legs around his upper thighs, pulling him closer into her center.

Charles chuckled at her attempt to urge him to go faster and harder. “You little vixen. Think you can use your vampire strength to make me rush this?” He laughed. “Think again.”

Before she knew what he was about to do, she felt a tightness around her wrists. Her eyes shot to them, but there was nothing to see. Nevertheless, invisible tendrils pulled her hands back, until they came to rest to either side of her head as if somebody was pinning her. Charles was using witchcraft to make her comply with his wishes.

“How devious,” she murmured, though she couldn’t suppress a smile, even though her hands were now tied by invisible ropes. Ropes not even her vampire strength could tear.

“Now be a good woman and let me make love to you the way you deserve it. Slowly and gently.”

“Why do you think I deserve it?”

“Because you made me forget why witches hate vampires and see you for what you really are: a woman with a good and generous heart. And because I can’t live without you.”