Excerpt:
The car stopped. […] I couldn’t convince myself to step out. […] What
if this was a freaking, injection-induced hallucination? What if I was
still back in the damn prison?
Besnik helped me out. […]
The mansion’s mammoth double doors eased open. The man illuminated in
the doorway chased away the numbness, pumped my heart so hard it might
pound right out of my chest. He opened his arms wide, calling me. My
lips curled upward in the first true smile I’d cracked since the last
time he’d held me in his arms. That man, my man, loved me more than
any other on this whole damn planet.
“Alexander.”
I ran to him.
Alexander’s arms closed around me, his hold so tight I could barely
catch a breath. Tremors ran through his hard body, again and
again.
“Carina,” he croaked, voice sandpaper rough. “Carina.”
Nuzzling his neck, I planted fevered kisses along his tan, heated
skin. He’d fed recently to be this warm under my lips. Temptation had
me licking his pounding pulse, nipping at the vein. Couldn’t resist
it. My fangs slid home.
Energy exploded between us, our mate bond bursting to life and
tearing away whatever magical wall had separated us for far too long.
My bite, the catalyst, his blood the cure. Awash in the force of our
reunion, Alexander staggered then clutched me closer while I pulled
out of his neck and laved the rapidly healing holes.
As our power continued to bubble and stitch us back together, he
whisked us into the grand entryway, planted my ass on an ornate,
antique cabinet, and devoured my mouth like a starving man. His hands
roamed everywhere, searching, cataloguing, as if to reassure himself
this wasn’t a hallucination, that I was really here, in his arms,
relatively unharmed.
The more he kissed me, the more those wonderful, golden threads of
our connection resurrected inside me, around me, between us, and I
felt like freaking Sleeping Beauty awakened from her magical slumber
by a kiss from her fated handsome prince. The silly thought made me
giggle against Alexander’s seeking mouth, and then I was crying while
my love cupped my face between his hands, wiped away my tears with his
thumbs, and pressed tender kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the tip
of my nose…
“Alexander.” I fisted his shirt tight. Please, God, let him be real.
“I… I don’t want to wake up.” Please, don’t let this end.
His smoky blue eyes bored into mine, his brown hair spiked in every
direction, a bit longer than in my memory. It’s not a dream, baby.
You’re here. You’re home.
Oh my God, I can hear you. I swiped some willful bits of hair away
from his forehead, touched his full lips, ran my fingers along his
strong jaw, taking in the whole handsome, bad-boy package. You’re back
in my head. I’d never been happier to have someone inside my mind.
Silence was seriously overrated.
And back in your arms.
Hi Jasmine, Thanks for hosting my vampires on your blog. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome! :)
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