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Bending down toward his chest, I sank my teeth in as well. It didn’t taste as sweet, nor did it quell the raging hunger in my stomach, but I did see something—flashes of myself, our first meeting in the forest, me at the President’s Ball in Montréal. I saw myself through his eyes, and each time, it was like I was a goddess with my own sunlight behind me.
I knew in that instant.
No matter what happened.
I’d never betray Theseus. I would love him just as fiercely as that witch in my memory did. I would protect and love him for eternity.
My mind was fogged over.
I didn’t know how many hours or days had gone by. I was sure I’d noticed the sun rise and fall at least once. Or was it twice?
I didn’t know.
All I knew was his body and how his body made mine feel. I now understood why mating vampires had to be left alone. This feeling—it was as if I were set on heavenly fire, and I wanted more. I couldn’t stop.
More.
“Harder!” I growled, gripping the ripped sheets—the pillows had long since been destroyed—biting my lips as he held my waist tightly, ramming himself inside me so hard the entire bed shook with us. My body jerked forward, my mouth opened and stayed open, moaning as if I would never be able to again. He hit every spot deep inside of me so well I was drooling. I was trembling. The sound of our skin slapping together, his low growls, and moans…Pressure built in my stomach, and it made me want to cry out, so cry out I did.
“Theseus!”
He only took that as a sign to go harder, faster, nearly pinning me down onto the bed as he, too, found release, and each time he did, he bit my shoulder. It didn’t hurt anymore. It was the opposite, and I found it soothing.
I felt him pull out of me, but there was no rest, not for either of us. With ease, he lay beside me, pulling me against his body, our skin pressing together. When I looked up at him, he was staring down at me, his eyes glazed over with nothing but lust. His hair was a scattered mess, and his chest scrapes were healing from where I had dragged my nails.
He lifted his free arm over to brush the curls from my face before cupping the side of my face. “Who knew the difference would be so…different?”
For some reason, I knew exactly what he meant. Reaching up, I smacked his arm away. “Do not compare me to anyone else from your past.”
He smirked.
And I hated seeing it, so I tried to roll away, but he held me tighter and, instead, rolled with me as I tried to escape his arms.
“Forgive.”
I looked elsewhere.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “How long I’ve waited for you. How long I’ve waited to have you like this…Can you even fathom? Now to have you, I am beside myself with joy.”
It wasn’t as if I were truly mad at his earlier comment. But hearing his words seemed to enchant me, and I shifted to lay on his chest, hugging him the best I could. He clung to me, and I could feel his hands on my back. I had to make sure my heart wasn’t beating because it felt like it was on some cloud, floating blissfully.
“Tell me something random,” I whispered.
“Random?” he questioned.
I nodded against his chest. “Something no one else would know about you. I don’t like the color silver.”
“Why?” he questioned.
I shrugged. “I don’t k
now. I think it looks okay on other people, but I always prefer gold.”
He chuckled, and I frowned, looking up to him.
“What?”
He gazed into my eyes, a slight smile on his lips. “In the very few memories I have of my childhood before immortality, I recall stealing from those who only wore gold.”
