She stopped breathing, frozen with a need so raw, it was painful. “Now, Declan, don’t make me beg.”
The long, hard length of him slid inside her. Her walls stretched, gripping him tightly as he started to move slowly. It was torture, the way he held her and withdrew, taking his time before plunging inside once more.
“Ah, Ana, you wreck me like nothing before.” She felt his heated skin, heard the slap of flesh against flesh, and reveled in the hardness that scraped every nerve inside her, leaving exquisite shots of pleasure in its wake.
Her hips answered in kind and they rocked together, two bodies melting into one. As Declan increased the rhythm, his strokes bolder, harder, the pressure built down below and small guttural sounds fell from her lips as another crest threatened to spill.
Ana arched her back and pushed upward, loving his touch as Declan’s hands fled her hips, and gripped her breasts to hold her in place.
“I’ve never felt this before.” His voice was rough, soaked in passion.
Declan’s words trailed into silence but Ana paid no heed. Her eyes were now bloodred and she hissed as the burning desire inside of her thrummed against her soul, tore at her heart.
She heard him swear, cried out as he pounded into her flesh, and when he leaned into her, when their bodies reached that perfect plateau, his teeth scraped along her shoulder, grazing the curve of her neck.
There was no coherent thought. Only the need to connect, to bond. To feed.
“Now, Declan!” she shouted his name and began to mew as her orgasm ripped through her. When he broke skin, the pain was exquisite, intense. As he began to feed from her, to draw her essence into his body, her insides liquefied.
His cock expanded, filling her tightness to the max, and he roared loudly, releasing his passion as he drew her blood into his mouth.
Together they rocked, bodies still joined, and Ana brushed her mouth against his hand. She licked his wrist, hissed, and then plunged her fangs into his warmth.
Her mind exploded. His taste, his emotions, his soul—all of it combined to create the perfect storm of need and desire.
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, their bodies joined together, their minds and hearts now bonded. She only knew that for the first time in her life, she felt complete. Satiated.
Carefully Declan withdrew, but his arms never left her. Slowly he turned her and for a few moments she couldn’t look up at him. She was too afraid there’d be regret in his eyes.
Gently his fingers slid along her jaw and eventually she gathered enough courage to gaze up at him.
She saw drops of her blood against his skin and wiped them away. He didn’t say a word, just stared at her.
“Declan, I . . .”
His finger closed her mouth and he pulled her into his embrace. Slowly they sank into the mattress and she smiled tremulously into the darkness.
“I love you, Ana.” His mouth was at her ear and she shuddered against his breath. “Remember that.”
A tingle of energy slipped over her, an awareness that all was not right. She kicked her legs and would have bolted, but his hands were sliding across her forehead. The world tilted, for just a second.
And then sleep claimed her.
How long she was under the spell of Sandman wasn’t clear. But when Ana finally dragged her mind from the clutches of darkness, one thing was apparent.
Declan was gone.
Son of a bitch!
She flew to the door but was repelled backward as electric energy erupted up her fingers, singeing her flesh.
Ana cursed loudly, several times over, and stood mouth tight, eyes grim. What was he thinking? He needed her help.
Declan O’Hara was a fool if he thought to keep her contained. They were now bonded, for better or worse, and he obviously didn’t know how deep those strings pulled.
She quickly gathered her clothes, her mind working feverishly, because she would find her way out. There would be hell to pay.
She clenched her hands together, considering where they were . . . How fucking appropriate.