Page 76 of The Reaper's Bride

I blink, momentarily stunned by the feel of his cock expanding and the hot rush of liquid inside of me. “Did you just…” He groans helplessly in response, and I can’t help giggling as he shudders through the rest of his own powerful orgasm. With him momentarily vulnerable and panting for breath above me, I scrape my teeth over his throat, licking the salt from his skin. “I like this taste better.”

“God, Caterina,” he mutters, grinning down at me with absolute devotion shining in his eyes.

“That really did it for you, huh?”

“What can I say? I told you early on I wasn’t opposed to a little blood play between us, and I love it when my kitten shows me her teeth.”

Yes, he does, and I love that.

Fatigue pulls us under for a while, but we still stir before dawn. A flight home followed by a busy day and night in Vegas lies ahead of us. We take the time to savor this quiet morning with gentle touches and full hearts. “Where would you want to take me on a honeymoon?” I ask, my voice still husky from sleep.

“Wherever you want to go, my love. Anywhere. The world is at our feet.”

And I know he means it.

“Alessio, make love to me. I want you to hold me close.”

He rolls on top of me, taking me into his powerful arms and cradling my head, he makes me feel like the most precious object in the universe. Tender and deep, he claims me, whispering his love for me. For all my days, I will love him every bit as fiercely.

The monster I envisioned when I was told of our match the night my brother killed his still lurks under the surface, but my husband never allows that side of him to take over when it comes to me, and I know deep in my heart he never will.