Four Days to Imagine This
The candelabrum was dropped somewhere. Tania lunged at Eltanin and he gathered her in his arms, picking her up, his dagger clattering onto the ground. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and showered kisses upon him just as ferociously and urgently as he kissed her. They both were breathless and yet they couldn't stop kissing each other. The passion between the mates was crazy. The mate bond would have snapped after they had mated, but even before that it was intoxicating, unending and strong.
"I missed you," he breathed between the kisses. "It was hard—" he pried her lips open. "It was hard to breathe."
She whimpered as she let him open her mouth and he grazed his fangs on her lips. He held her tight against his body with one arm around her upper waist and one locking her hips against him. His erection instantly shot up and lay like forged iron against her belly.