have to worry. After I contact my friends and get a call through to my lawyer, I’ll be going straight to the mountains. I’ll find your people,” she assured. Her heart was beating a little too fast at that thought, and she knew he heard it. Her own hearing was far more acute than it had been, and the thought of food made her feel slightly sick. Already she was changing, and the idea of being separated from Falcon was frightening. Sara lifted her chin determinedly and flashed him a reassuring smile. “Once I set everything up, I’ll get on the road.” Her fingers were continually sliding over the bust of Falcon’s head, lovingly following the grooves marking the waves in his hair.
Watching her, knowing that statue had been her solace in years past, Falcon felt his heart turn over. He gathered her close to him, his touch possessive, tender, as loving as he could make it. “You will not be alone, Sara. I will heed your call, even in my most vulnerable hour. Should your mind start to play tricks on you, telling you I am dead to you, call me and I will answer.”
Sara molded her body against his, clinging to him, holding him close so that he felt real and strong and very solid. “Sometimes I think maybe I dreamed of you for so long I’m hallucinating, that I made you up and any minute you’ll disappear,” she confessed softly.
His arms tightened until he was nearly crushing her against him, yet there was great tenderness in the way he held her. “I never dared to dream, even to hope. I had accepted my barren existence. It was the only way to survive and do my duty with honor. I am not ever going to leave you, Sara.” He didn’t tell her he was terrified at the thought of going to ground while she faced danger on the surface. She was a strong woman, and she had survived a long, deadly duel with the vampire completely on her own. He couldn’t find it in him to insist she do things his way simply for his comfort.
Sara was touching his mind, could read his thoughts, the intensity of his fear for her safety. A wave of love swept through her. She turned her face up to his, hungrily seeking his mouth, wanting to prolong her time with him. His mouth was hot and dominant, as hungry as hers. As demanding. A fierce claim on her. He kissed her chin, her throat, found her mouth again, devouring her as if he could never get enough. There was an edginess to his kiss now, an ache. A need.
Sara’s leg slid up his leg to wrap around his waist. She pressed against the hard column of his thigh, grinding against him, so that he felt her invitation, her own demand, hot and wet and pulsing with urgency.
Falcon simply lifted her in his arms, and she wrapped both legs around his waist. With her hands on his shoulders, her head thrown back, she lowered her body to the thick hardness of his. He pressed against her moist entrance, making her gasp, cry out as he slowly, inch by inch, filled her completely. Sara threw back her head, closed her eyes as she began to ride him, losing herself completely in Falcon’s dark passion. They took their time, a long, slow tango of fiery heat that went on and on as long as they dared. They were in perfect unison, reading each other’s minds, moving, adjusting, giving themselves completely, one to the other. When they were spent, they leaned against the wall and held one another, their hearts beating the same rhythm, tears in their eyes. Sara’s head was on his shoulder and Falcon’s head rested on hers.
“You cannot allow anything to happen to yourself, Sara,” he cautioned. “I have to go now. I cannot wait much longer. You know I cannot be without you. You will remember everything I have said to you?”
“Everything.” Sara tightened her hold on him. “I know it’s crazy, Falcon, but I love you. I really do. You’ve always been with me when I needed you. I love you.”
He kissed her, long and tender. Incredibly tender. “You are my love, my life.” He whispered it softly and then he was gone. Sara remained leaning against the wall, her fingers pressed against her mouth for a few moments. Then she sprang into action.