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I wanted her. Bad.
And we were alone on the private beach with an enforcer guarding the only access. The only boats I’d seen in the past half hour had been fishing boats taking tourists out to try their hand at catching tuna or other game fish, and the captains knew to stay far away from Gabriel Kral’s cove. The motorboat I’d seen had already disappeared around Montauk Point.
I searched her face. Did she really want me, or was this just another ploy? Gods, I wished I could read her like I could other humans.
“Gabriel, please.” Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Stop teasing me.”
Oh, yeah, I liked hearing her beg.
“Shh.” I cupped her throat with my other hand. A light, barely there pressure.
She could’ve easily escaped me. But she remained where she was, tense and quivering, as I rubbed my thumb over the pulse jumping beneath her jaw.
My eyes went vampire, increasing my focus so that I saw every detail of her face. The amber striations in her deep brown eyes. The slight chapping of her full lips. The trail the single tear had left on her creamy olive skin.
Her eyes widened, and I knew she saw the blue ringing my irises. Her own pupils darkened, heated.
My other hand was still on her ass. I slid a testing finger deeper between her cheeks to where she was hot and wet. Her breath sped up.
My blood flamed. “You want this.”
Her throat moved beneath my fingers. “Yes,” she breathed. “God, I want it so bad.”
“All right, then. But we do things my way.”
She blinked up at me. “What do you mean?”
I didn’t speak, just reeled her back in.
13
Mila
Gabriel’s kiss was slow and open-mouthed. The unhurried kiss of a man who knows a woman is his, and that he can do anything he wants with her.
He slid his tongue over mine, tasting, sucking, nipping. Encouraging me to taste and nip him back. One hand was on my butt, his fingers warm and strong. The other remained on my throat.
I swayed into him.
He’d always liked to play with my throat. It was a power thing for him, I think. He wanted me to trust that he wouldn’t hurt me. Or maybe it’s that for a vampire, the throat and neck are extra erotic.
It got so just the touch of his fingers on my throat could get me hot, and today was no different. His grip was so gentle, yet controlled.
Heat pooled in my belly, between my thighs. I skimmed my hands over his broad shoulders and down the sculpted muscles of his back, learning him all over again. He was bigger than I remembered, harder.
The wind swirled around us. The sun beat down on my skin. And still he kissed me until I clung to him, weak-kneed and wanting.
He halted long enough to spread the cotton beach blanket on the sand. He laid me down on it, and then his powerful body covered mine.
Strong fingers cupped my face. “You’re warm enough?”
“Hot. Boiling.” I pulled him closer, kissing him with all the desperation in my heart, his gold bracelet heavy on my wrist.
It can’t be removed.
I flashed back to the night he’d sworn the blood oath to me. I’d been excited, nervous, a little afraid. Still, after thirteen months together, I’d been sure we could make it work.
