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Still, no words would come, so she let him feel her love with the pressure of her hands surrounding his back, with her hips connected to him and with all that she was. She desired more than anything to be joined to him once more in her treehouse bedroom with the vines surrounding them both.
When he finally drew back, she nodded and the words em
erged from her at last. “I love you, Malik.”
“You have my heart.”
The next hour became a blur of sticking close to Malik, of watching the warriors take their prisoners away, of receiving thanks from so many of the Guardsmen for the white light explosion that had ended the battle and saved hundreds of warrior lives.
She remained in a completely euphoric state from all that had happened.
As for Malik, he never once relinquished her hand except to slide an arm around her waist and keep her close. Maybe he sensed that she needed to be near him or maybe he felt the same way. They were bonded now, a mastyr to his blood rose.
Eventually, they landed at Illiandra and Gervassay’s villa where a great deal of champagne flowed and more gratitude poured from every quarter.
But like a bride on her honeymoon, she needed to be alone and joined to her man. He must have understood, because he slowly began leading her through the room and bidding everyone farewell.
At last outside, and with the shield temporarily disabled, he simply took Willow up into the air and flew her swiftly to her treehouse.
No words were necessary as he dropped down on the platform outside her bedroom. She moved within and began stripping out of her clothes, letting each garment fall to the floor on her way to the shower.
Malik wasn’t far behind and if the stall hadn’t been undersized he would have joined her beneath the spray.
As he took his turn in her way-too-small shower, she stuck close and didn’t exactly get dried off before he was plastered against her.
Eventually he carried her to the bed.
The vines moved in swiftly so that as soon as he entered her, the tendrils, leaves, and stems bound them in the most extraordinary cocoon.
Malik moved in a steady rhythm, driving in and out. All the while, he kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek and sucked on the sensitive tip of her ear until she was close to ecstasy.
He nudged her neck aside and at the same time presented his wrist to her. She bit and began to suck. A moment later, his fangs struck, sending a delicious shard of pleasure through her abdomen. He drank from her throat and moaned heavily, his hips working her up until she breathed raggedly through her nose.
His blood powered her in the same way that she could feel just how much her life-force fed and strengthened him.
He added a vibration to his cock and began to move faster. Her breathing grew erratic and because she was so close, she released his wrist and cried out. He left her throat as well and the vines shifted to accommodate their movements then bound them once more.
She barely felt grounded as he quickened his pace.
Holding her gaze, he said, “I love you, Willow, with everything that is in me.”
“Malik. Oh, sweet Goddess, Malik!”
He understood and moved vampire fast. She flew quickly over the edge, pleasure streaking through her in strong pulses. Her abdomen tightened and ecstasy flowed in a swell of sensation up through her chest, surrounding her heart, then swiftly pounding through her mind.
Malik roared wildly as he came.
The vines writhed all around her, adding sensation on sensation.
The orgasm kept coming in heavy waves until she was screaming and stars once more filled her mind.
Love was what followed, exquisite pure love that felt just like the white light from the heartbeat of the Nine Realms.
Did she hear music? Was the earth singing? Or the Goddess? Or the heartbeat itself?
“Open your eyes Willow.”
When had she shut them?
