Page 31 of Fateful Reunion

“Nobody’s perfect. Not even you.” Charles chuckled, and the sound pierced her heart, tearing down the wall that she’d built around it. “And that’s exactly the way I love you.”

She laughed through the tears that now rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t have to hide them any longer. “I love you, Charles.”

In the next instant he’d lifted her up and was carrying her toward the stairs.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed, my love.”

“But I’m not tired,” she teased him, feeling warmth bubble up in her.

“Neither am I.”

Upstairs, Charles pushed the door to the bedroom open and flipped the light switch. He froze, and Roxanne took her eyes off him and let her gaze roam.

The room looked as if it had been cut out from a honeymoon magazine. A large bed with a white muslin canopy dominated the room. Soft sheets covered the mattress. The harsh ceiling light had been replaced by two bedside lamps that gave off an orange glow.

And though she knew it was only an illusion, she murmured, “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Charles met her eyes. “Don’t thank me. I have a feeling this is a goodbye present from Ilaria.”

“Then how about we play with our present? I’m sure she would want that.”

Charles winked at her. “I agree.”

He lowered her onto the bed and began to undress. She watched him, growing hungry at the sight of him. First, he revealed a nearly hairless chest with toned muscles. His biceps were pronounced. They flexed as he pulled his Polo-shirt over his head. He tossed it on the floor, then popped the button of his pants open, and lifted his gaze.

He chuckled. “This game is only gonna work if we’re both naked.”

“I was only admiring what’ll become mine soon.” And soon couldn’t come quickly enough. “I’m playing for keeps this time.”

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Charles’s heart flipped. He’d dreamed of this moment for so many years: to hear Roxanne tell him that she wanted to spend eternity with him.

He wasted no time and undressed until he stood before her naked, his cock already hard, heavy, and impatient. He stood there at the foot of the bed for a moment, looking down at Roxanne and how she licked her lips while feasting her eyes on him.

“The sooner you get undressed, the quicker you’ll get what you crave,” he said, running his eyes over her.

“I didn’t want to miss anything,” she said, then started to undress.

First her top fell to the floor, then her shoes and pants. His mouth was watering when she unhooked her bra and slid it off, but when her thumbs hooked into her G-string, pushing it down over her legs, he felt his cock jerk in anticipation.

They were both bare tonight, not only physically, but emotionally.

Charles slid one knee onto the mattress, bracing himself above her. She reached for him, her hands pulling his head down to hers, her eyes shimmering golden now. He’d always thought her beautiful, but whenever he saw her irises light up with the fire of her vampire side, he felt a primal hunger awaken in him. One only Roxanne could still.

He took her lips, kissing her for the first time without any lies or secrets between them. Roxanne eagerly lapped against him, the forceful pressing of her tongue against his reminding him how strong she was. How powerful. And how different from him. He—a witch loving the light. She—a vampire living in darkness.

Yet as he kissed her passionately and explored her with his hands, reacquainting himself with her luscious curves and her silken skin, he knew they were meant for each other. Meant to bridge the differences between their species by allowing the love and trust between them to flourish.

With every second, the kiss turned more urgent. He felt Roxanne pull him into her center, making his cock slide to the juncture at her thighs, where warmth and moisture had gathered. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit and groaned at the smooth contact. Underneath him, Roxanne twisted, shifting to angle her pelvis.

The tip of his cock pushed between the swollen lips of her sex.

“Fuck!” he cursed, ripping his mouth from hers and throwing his head back. “Too good!”

He had no self-control, no patience. As much as he wanted to slow this down, he couldn’t stop himself and plunged into her hot, wet pussy. Roxanne welcomed him, her legs already wrapping around him so he couldn’t escape, her fingernails digging into his flesh. He’d always loved that, always loved how she let go of all restraints when he was inside her. How she gave herself to him as if he were the stronger of them, when he knew she could kill him with her sharp claws and fangs. Yet, he’d never felt any fear, because love made them equals. Love gave him power over her, just as she had power over him.