She tasted fucking amazing, like Christmas. I missed her taste so fucking much.
She moaned quietly, and I was fucking melting. She had no idea what she was doing to me.
I reluctantly pulled away. If we continued, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking her, and she was in no condition to have sex.
“Fuck, love,” I mumbled and leaned my forehead on hers.
“I love you, Nick,” she said quietly.
“Oh, baby, I love you too,” I said with a small smile.
She gave me a small kiss and leaned back on the pillow. I could see how tired she was.
“Why did you do it, love?” I asked her quietly.
Sadness was evident in every word I spoke.
She sighed and placed her hand on my cheek. “I couldn’t watch him hurt Cassie.”
“He wouldn’t be able to,” I said sternly. “We wouldn’t have let him. He would have never gotten to her or you.”
“We don’t know that Nick,” she said quietly.
“We do,” I growled. “I would kill him before he could hurt you or any of us.”
She rubbed my cheek but stayed quiet.
“Promise me you will never do something like that again,” I said.
She looked me in the eyes and nodded.
“Words, Aria,” I growled. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise, Nick,” she said and smiled.
I let out a breath I was holding and kissed the tip of her nose. As I leaned in, I could smell her delicious scent again.
I took a deep breath and growled. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Your scent is back,” I said.
She raised her eyebrows in confusion.
“Gabriel gave you his blood, so you smelled like him for a while,” I explained.
Her eyes widened. “Why did he give me his blood?”
“You needed a transfusion,” I said quietly.
She looked down at her body and then back up at me.
“I will kill him for what he did to you, baby,” I growled.
She sighed. “I am fine now.”
“I will still kill him,” I said sternly.