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“You know I won’t,” I said around the constriction in my throat. “That’s how it is for me, too. I promise, I’ll never leave you again.”
“I wouldn’t let you,” he said.
And just like that, my arrogant vampire prince was back.
Not that I minded.
“I haven’t shown you the bedroom,” he murmured.
I swallowed a smile. “No, you haven’t.”
“Right this way.” He put his hand on my lower back and guided me to a room past the reading nook. The walls were citron with a massive platform bed of smooth teak. Our clothes practically fell off, and then we were naked.
“Get on the bed,” Brien said in a rough-tender voice.
I obeyed and he crawled on top of me. We kissed, our hands moving over each other. Touching, stroking, learning each other like it was our first time.
He rose up over me, but I stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“What?” His brow furrowed.
“I have a gift for you, too.”
“Give it to me later. It’s been too long.”
“No, now. Get off, please.”
He heaved a very male, what-the-fuck sigh but rolled off me. I turned to show him my back.
The transformation to vampire had faded my tattoo to almost nothing. But I’d decided I wanted something to replace it, so I’d secretly gotten a new tat last week, then informed Brien that I wanted to wait until our mate night before we had sex again and moved back into my old suite.
Fortunately, vampires regenerate quickly. My back had already healed.
“I don’t know what to say.” Brien traced one of the two gray sharks the artist had twined around the newly inked black dagger.
“But you like it?”
“Of course. I love seeing the syndicate’s mark on you. But…why?”
I slanted him an over-the-shoulder smile. “So you’d know I’m all-in.”
“Twilight.” He pressed a line of kisses down my spine. When he reached my tailbone, I shivered.
With a low growl, he flipped me over. His hand went around my nape, and he pulled me to him and kissed me hard. Then he was inside me, his palms framing my face.
“I love you,” he said with each thrust. “I. Love. You.”
My hands tangled in his hair. “Keep going.”
A low chuckle. “Keep fucking you? Or keep telling you I love you?”
“Both.”
And he did.
We crested together. By then he’d stopped talking to kiss me. Deep, wonderful kisses that were better than words.
My sex spasmed around his, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. With our bond wide open, I felt his enjoyment along with mine.
