Chapter 222

It was sheer black magic, an erotic whisper of seduction she seemed helpless to resist. Her mouth tasted his skin, lingered, and found his throat, the heavy muscles of his chest. Dimitri knew he was playing with fire. His body could not take much more. His hand caught the nape of her neck and pressed her head to him. You hunger, my love.

Self-preservation interceded, and her body stiffened. 

It was more than just a passionate emotion. It was magical and otherworldly.

Dimitri's voice was purity itself. You will take what I freely offer. It is my right, and you cannot deny me. The touch of her tongue sent fire racing through his blood. When her teeth pierced his skin, he cried out with the ecstasy of it. He gave himself up to the sensual pleasure, his hand stroking her hair, encouraging her feeding. He needed this closeness, this erotic intimacy. If he could not have all of her at this moment, he could at least ensure their bond.