chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. “Perfect.”
He bent his head and sprinkled hot kisses all the way from my throat to the flat of my stomach and on to my navel, where he dipped his tongue inside. His fingers slipped beneath the band of my panties and he worked the silky material down my legs until he was once again at my feet.
Tossing my last piece of clothing aside, Bo slid from the bed and stood, worshipping me with his eyes as he pushed his jeans down his legs. He straightened and stood perfectly still as I raised myself onto my elbows to memorize every detail of his flawless naked form.
I felt as though I would burst when Bo set one knee on the bed and crawled back to me. He eased himself down between my legs, covering my body with his. The feel of his skin shifting against mine sent a gush of steamy desire pouring through me.
Every nerve in my body was screaming out for his touch. I ached in ways I’d never ached before, ached in places I’d never ached before. I was alive with need.
When I opened my mouth to beg, to plead with Bo to put an end to the unbearable want that flooded my body, he smothered my plea with his lips. His kiss was deep and fiery with passion. It drove me to the brink of a need so desperate, a desire so overwhelming that it stole my breath.
Bo’s lips left mine as he positioned himself over me. With an intensity that seemed to singe my very soul, he gazed unblinkingly into my eyes, and in that time, a space no longer than a single heartbeat, our thoughts were one. In my head, I heard a word as if we’d both spoken it aloud.
“Forever” echoed through my mind and through my heart as Bo joined his body to mine in one smooth motion.
With that one action, in that one moment of the most intense ecstasy I’d ever experienced, he sealed our fates. He sealed our fates, our bodies, our lives, our love and our future.
We delighted in each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours before we rested. It was as my body was floating back down to earth from the clouds that I became aware of Bo rubbing my ring finger. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
There, poised over me with his weight resting on his forearms, was Bo. He had my hand in his, brushing his thumb back and forth over the empty space below the knuckle of my left fourth finger. When he raised his eyes to mine, there was still passion in them, passion I could clearly remember us slaking only moments before. Or had we?
Bo opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it with a snap of his teeth. When I saw the wetness of my blood still glistening on his lips, I became even more confused, different memories colliding in my mind and wrestling for the truth, for reality. Raising my head, I glanced down between our bodies and saw that my bra was still intact, still hiding my nakedness from Bo’s gaze.
I lay my head back down and my eyes met Bo’s again. We looked questioningly at one another.
“What just happened?” I asked in a whisper.
“Did you see it, too?” he inquired, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes, I saw it. And- and I felt it, too,” I confessed, feeling suddenly shy.
One side of Bo’s mouth pulled up into a satisfied grin. “So did I.”
I felt a flush of warmth suffuse the skin of my cheeks and I couldn’t quell the nervous giggle that bubbled in my throat.
“I- I don’t understand,” I admitted.
Bo shrugged, shaking his head in amazement.
“Neither do I.”
“Maybe it’s because we drank each other’s blood.”
“But we’ve done that before and never had this happen.”
“True,” I said, chewing my lip in thought. “Of course, I wasn’t a vampire then.”
“Good point. Maybe our connection is just getting stronger,” he said, shifting his weight to one side and brushing a strand of hair from my cheek with one hand. “We’re destined to be together. That’s just more
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. “Perfect.”
He bent his head and sprinkled hot kisses all the way from my throat to the flat of my stomach and on to my navel, where he dipped his tongue inside. His fingers slipped beneath the band of my panties and he worked the silky material down my legs until he was once again at my feet.
Tossing my last piece of clothing aside, Bo slid from the bed and stood, worshipping me with his eyes as he pushed his jeans down his legs. He straightened and stood perfectly still as I raised myself onto my elbows to memorize every detail of his flawless naked form.
I felt as though I would burst when Bo set one knee on the bed and crawled back to me. He eased himself down between my legs, covering my body with his. The feel of his skin shifting against mine sent a gush of steamy desire pouring through me.
Every nerve in my body was screaming out for his touch. I ached in ways I’d never ached before, ached in places I’d never ached before. I was alive with need.
When I opened my mouth to beg, to plead with Bo to put an end to the unbearable want that flooded my body, he smothered my plea with his lips. His kiss was deep and fiery with passion. It drove me to the brink of a need so desperate, a desire so overwhelming that it stole my breath.
Bo’s lips left mine as he positioned himself over me. With an intensity that seemed to singe my very soul, he gazed unblinkingly into my eyes, and in that time, a space no longer than a single heartbeat, our thoughts were one. In my head, I heard a word as if we’d both spoken it aloud.
“Forever” echoed through my mind and through my heart as Bo joined his body to mine in one smooth motion.
With that one action, in that one moment of the most intense ecstasy I’d ever experienced, he sealed our fates. He sealed our fates, our bodies, our lives, our love and our future.
We delighted in each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours before we rested. It was as my body was floating back down to earth from the clouds that I became aware of Bo rubbing my ring finger. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
There, poised over me with his weight resting on his forearms, was Bo. He had my hand in his, brushing his thumb back and forth over the empty space below the knuckle of my left fourth finger. When he raised his eyes to mine, there was still passion in them, passion I could clearly remember us slaking only moments before. Or had we?
Bo opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it with a snap of his teeth. When I saw the wetness of my blood still glistening on his lips, I became even more confused, different memories colliding in my mind and wrestling for the truth, for reality. Raising my head, I glanced down between our bodies and saw that my bra was still intact, still hiding my nakedness from Bo’s gaze.
I lay my head back down and my eyes met Bo’s again. We looked questioningly at one another.
“What just happened?” I asked in a whisper.
“Did you see it, too?” he inquired, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes, I saw it. And- and I felt it, too,” I confessed, feeling suddenly shy.
One side of Bo’s mouth pulled up into a satisfied grin. “So did I.”
I felt a flush of warmth suffuse the skin of my cheeks and I couldn’t quell the nervous giggle that bubbled in my throat.
“I- I don’t understand,” I admitted.
Bo shrugged, shaking his head in amazement.
“Neither do I.”
“Maybe it’s because we drank each other’s blood.”
“But we’ve done that before and never had this happen.”
“True,” I said, chewing my lip in thought. “Of course, I wasn’t a vampire then.”
“Good point. Maybe our connection is just getting stronger,” he said, shifting his weight to one side and brushing a strand of hair from my cheek with one hand. “We’re destined to be together. That’s just more
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