“My God,” she whispered. “Nathan, look.”
He glanced down, and as they both watched in astonishment, his skin knitted back together. In seconds, nothing of the injury remained.
He uttered a quiet laugh and when he looked back at her, there was wonder in his stormy, amber-soaked eyes.
And love.
So much love, it drowned her. Swept her into a tide of emotion so swift and strong, she could barely breathe.
She could feel Nathan’s love for her in her veins, in her marrow. In every thrumming fiber of her being.
No more doubt, no more hiding for either of them. They were entwined as one now.
This would be their bond forever.
“Forever,” he growled fiercely, as though he understood the depth of her feeling.
As though he felt it as surely, as completely, as she did.
He quickly stripped out of his pants and boots, then prowled back up to her on the bed. Heat rolled off his naked body as he took up a position between her spread thighs.
He kissed every inch of her, then tongued her sex until she was trembling and gasping beneath him. His eyes were blazing as he crawled back up to loom over her. His lips were slick with her hot juices, his fangs enormous behind the pleased, seductive curve of his smile.
Jordana touched his face, his harsh, handsome face. She stroked his cheek and hard jaw, then gently traced her fingertips down his neck, where she’d tried to kiss away the memory of his punishing Hunter’s collar.
He didn’t stop her from touching him now. He didn’t take his eyes off her, didn’t flinch as she skimmed a tender caress over his strong shoulders and the bulky muscles of his arms.
Only when she reached lower, to where his thick cock jutted between them, velvety, warm, as firm as steel, did he close his eyes and emit a low hiss between his teeth and fangs. He groaned as she stroked his rigid shaft.
He growled as she squeezed him, then uttered her name like a curse and a prayer as she opened her legs wider to him and guided him through the slick cleft of her body.
Then he devoured her mouth in a consuming kiss, nothing gentle in him now. Only raw desire, fueled by the intensity of their bond.
Wet heat boiled in her core. She was ready, so ready.
“Yes,” she hissed against his mouth. “Take me.”
He sank in on a ragged snarl, plunging deep and hard and full. His hips bucked, thrusted, then kicked into a ravenous urgency that made her dizzy. He buried his head against her shoulder, driving into her with the sweetest frenzy, the hottest passion she would ever know. “Ah, Christ. Jordana, you feel too good. I can’t be gentle. Jesus, fuck … I can’t stop.”
“I don’t want gentle. Not right now.” She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his pumping ass as he rode her toward the crest of a shattering climax. “Oh, God, Nathan. Yes. Give me everything.”
And so he did.
He gave her the storm and the cliff and the leap into a wild tempest. He gave her all of that and more, taking her senses to a height she never dreamed existed.
All she could do was hold on tight as he crashed into her, their gazes locked as passionately as their bodies.
It felt so right, the need they shared, the bond that joined them now, forever.
He shouted as he came, and Jordana followed him there at the same time, hurtling into a brilliant wave of release. She felt his pleasure, and knew he felt hers too. She shattered beneath the pleasing weight of him, all her nerve endings crackling with sensation, with pure pleasure, as her body slowly spiraled back down to earth.
Panting, shivering with a thousand little aftershocks, she exhaled a shaky laugh. “That was, ah … wow.” She sifted her fingers through his short dark hair, his forehead resting on her shoulder. “Do you think it’s always going to be like this for us?”
He grunted, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “No, I don’t.”
Not the answer she expected. She was frowning when he lifted his head to look at her. But his dark, blue-green eyes didn’t have a speck of doubt in them. They glittered with bright amber sparks. And deep inside her, his cock twitched, already hard again.
Nathan grinned, one black brow rising wickedly. “I have a feeling it’s only going to get better.”