that sent her over the edge, her body climaxing violently as Daric drew from her neck in the same fast and furious rhythm that matched the movements of his cock.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she hissed as he pulled deep and fast while he pounded into her channel just as ferociously.
She grasped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she searched for purchase, her body floating as erotic heat coursed through her from Daric’s bite, as endless invisible threads wound around their souls, bonding them together as one.
Hannah sobbed openly as the powerful contractions of her channel milked Daric’s pounding cock and tiny fangs erupted from her gums. As Daric swirled his tongue over the bite in her neck, closing it, Hannah didn’t hesitate, burying her hands into his hair as she bit his neck, sinking her fangs into his flesh with a moan.
“Fuck!” Daric groaned as Hannah ran her hands through his hair, feeding sensually from his neck.
She pulled slowly, taking Daric’s blood into her body, savoring his essence. He was feeling the same incredible binding of their souls, and he growled as he buried himself deeply inside of her with a feral groan, his warm release flooding her womb. His entire body shuddered as she ran her tongue smoothly over the puncture on his neck, sealing it.
He rolled, keeping his cock deeply imbedded inside her as she sprawled on top of his huge, muscular body. Struggling for breath, Hannah didn’t speak as she floated down from her mating high. Daric held her lovingly, possessively, one hand on her lower back and one in her hair.
Still trembling in the aftermath of the most extraordinary experience of her life, she wished she could find the words to express what had just happened, but they escaped her. There wasn’t really anything she could say to explain what had just occurred.
I know. I feel the same.
Hannah smiled as she heard Daric’s baritone in her mind. His confusion and pain were gone, replaced with a profound peace.
“I love you,” she whispered quietly next to his ear, yawning as she rested her head on his shoulder, so tired she couldn’t move.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, covering them both with a sheet and quilt.
“I’ll squash you,” she answered, trying to disengage their tangled bodies, knowing she was ready to fall asleep, her body completely drained.
Daric quirked an arrogant brow at her and yanked her back against him, urging her head back to his shoulder. “I’m King of the Vampire Healers. I do not…get squashed.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Am I going to stay here all day? It could get uncomfortable for you.”
“Yes,” he answered in a husky voice. “And I love you too, Hannah.”
Her heart stuttered and skipped a beat. She already knew he loved her, had known it since he’d rushed into the horde of fallen without a concern for his own pain, intent on ensuring her safety. But hearing it aloud made her heart sing. Releasing another tired breath, she answered, “Okay. Just don’t complain if you hurt when you wake up.” And really, she was so very comfortable and felt so incredibly safe.
“Oh, I’ll ache. But you’ll be exactly where I need you to relieve the pain,” he answered in a wicked, wicked voice. “And I’ll know if you try to get yourself in trouble,” he added, locking his arms around her waist.
Hannah smiled against his shoulder. Honestly, Daric could be such a caveman. “I won’t,” she answered honestly. “Seeing what you’re willing to do to protect me scared me, Daric. I don’t want to put you in danger.”
“Speaking of that, mate, you will call me whenever you need me, for any reason. Don’t ever try to close your thoughts to me again when you need help,” he grumbled. “Or for any other reason.”
“I was trying to protect you. I was afraid you would die. And it didn’t work anyway,” Hannah argued, the horrendous memory of being assaulted by the fallen making her shiver.
“Don’t ever doubt that I
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