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But he doesn’t stop. He continues his assault, adding another finger, stretching me gently as he sucks my clit between his lips. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time, and I find myself building toward another peak almost immediately.

“That’s it, angel,” he encourages, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me again.”

And I do, harder this time, my entire body shaking with the force of it. I’m barely conscious of the tears that start to form in my eyes—tears of overwhelming pleasure, of connection, of feeling truly desired for the first time in my long life.

Amari kisses his way back up my body, pausing to suckle each breast again before claiming my mouth in a kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue. The intimacy of it—of tasting my own pleasure on his lips—sends another shock of arousal through me.

He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his dick nudging at my entrance. He’s hard and thick, intimidating in his size, but my body welcomes him as he pushes inside with careful restraint.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I open my eyes, meeting his golden gaze as he fills me completely.

The fullness is overwhelming, a delicious stretch that borders on pain but never crosses it. He stays still for a moment, allowing me to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling.

“You feel like home,” he whispers, and the simple honesty of the words brings fresh tears to my eyes.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first, each one hitting something deep within me that makes me gasp. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, caressing my face, gripping my hips, sliding beneath me to cup my ass and change the angle.

“Amari,” I moan, my nails digging into his back as he increases his pace.

“That’s it, say my name,” he growls, his hips snapping against mine with more force. “Let me hear you, baby.”

He shifts, hooking one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider, driving deeper. The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and I feel myself building toward another climax, faster than I thought possible.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp, my voice breaking on the words.

“Yes,” he hisses, his pace becoming almost punishing. “Come around my dick, Carla. Let me feel you.”

His words send me over the edge, and I cry out, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. He groans, tightening his grip as he continues to thrust through my orgasm, prolonging it until I’m trembling beneath him.

When I finally come down, he’s still hard inside me, his eyes dark with hunger. He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss, but he just smiles, smoothly turning me onto my stomach with confident ease.

“On your knees,” he commands softly, and I comply, my limbs trembling from exertion and desire.

He enters me from behind, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back against him as he thrusts forward. The sound of our bodies coming together, the slick slide of him inside me, his groans of pleasure—it’s all too much.

“Touch yourself,” he tells me, his voice strained. “I want to feel you come again.”

I reach between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. The lightest touch has me moaning, and as I begin to rub in circles, matching his rhythm, I feel myself building toward a fourth orgasm—something I didn’t think was possible.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, one hand sliding up my back to grip the back of my neck possessively. “You’re so good for me. So perfect.”

His words, combined with the dual stimulation, push me over the edge once more. This time, the orgasm is so intense I actually scream, my vision going white around the edges, my entire body convulsing with pleasure.

Amari follows immediately, his rhythm breaking as he drives deep inside me one final time, his dick pulsing as he fills me with his release. He collapses forward, careful to keep his weight off me, his body pressed against my back, his lips at my ear.

“Mine,” he whispers, the word both a claim and a promise.

I can’t hold back the tears now. They flow freely down my cheeks as emotions I can’t even name overwhelm me. Amari gently pulls out of me and turns me in his arms, cradling me as I sob.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” he soothes, his hand stroking my hair. “This is just the beginning. You’re stuck with me now, and so are your children. I’ll do anything to keep you, Carla, even if it means joining you in the shadows.”

His words only make me cry harder. I bury my face against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart—his heart that beats for me. I’m terrified because I realize I don’t need to feel the mate bond to fall for this vampire.

It’s happening anyway.

As sleep begins to claim me, exhaustion pulling me under, I cling to him, afraid that when I wake, this will all have been a beautiful dream. But Amari’s arms tighten around me, secure and real, and his lips press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Sleep, my queen,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake. Always.”

And for the first time in centuries, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—I’ve found someone who will stay.