spreading like wildfire through both of them.
She expected to find the taking of her blood disgusting, but it was erotic and dreamy, almost as if he had drawn a veil over her mind, ensnaring her in his dark passion. Yet she shared his mind and knew he had not. She also shared the intensity of his pleasure in the act, and it gave her courage.
“It isn’t enough, Falcon. I want more, I want you in my body, I want us together.” Her voice was breathless against his lips, her hands sliding over him eagerly, tracing each defined muscle, urging his hips toward hers.
He kissed her throat, her breasts, swirling his tongue over her nipples, along her ribs, around her belly button. Then she was gasping, rising up off the bed, her hands clutching fistfuls of his hair as he tasted her. She was shattering with the sheer intensity of her pleasure. Falcon could transport her to other worlds, places of beauty, emotion, and physical rapture.
He rose above her, a dark, handsome man with long, wild hair and black, mesmerizing eyes. There was a heartbeat while he was poised there, and then he surged forward, locking them together as they were meant to be, penetrating deeply, sweeping her away with him. He began to move, each stroke taking him deeper, filling her with a rush of heat and fire. She rose to meet him, craving the contact, wanting him deep inside, all the time her body winding tighter and tighter, rushing toward that elusive perfection.
Sara gasped as he thrust deeper still, the fiery friction clenching every muscle in her body, flooding every cell with a wild ecstasy. Then he was merging their minds, thrusting deep as his body took hers. She felt his pleasure, he felt hers, body and mind and heart, a timeless dance of joy and love. They soared together, exploding, fragmenting, waves of release rocking the earth so that they clung together with hearts pounding and shared smiles.
Falcon held her tightly, buried his face in her neck, whispered soft words of love, of encouragement before reluctantly untangling their bodies.
They lay on the bed together . . . waiting. Her heart was pounding, her breath coming too fast, but she tried valiantly to pretend that everything was perfectly normal. That her entire world was not about to be changed for all eternity.
Falcon held her in his strong arms, wanting to reassure her, needing the closeness as much as she did. “Do you know why I wrote the journal?” He kissed her temple, breathed in her scent. “A thousand years ago, the words welled up inside me when I could feel nothing, see nothing but gray images. The emotions and words were burned into my soul. I felt I needed to write them down so I would always remember the intensity of my feelings for my lifemate. For you, Sara, because even then, a thousand years before you were born, more even, I felt your presence in my soul. A tiny flicker and I needed to light the way.” He kissed her gently, tenderly. “I guess that doesn’t make much sense. But I felt you inside of me and I had to tell you how much you mattered.”
“Those words saved my life, Falcon. I wouldn’t have survived without your journal.” She leaned into him. She would survive this, as well. She was strong and she would see it through.
“I shudder to think what trouble the children are giving this poor stranger who has been called into service,” Falcon teased, wanting to see her smile.
Sara nibbled at his throat. “How long will it take us to get the children in a real home? Our home?”
“I think that can be arranged very fast,” Falcon assured, his fingers sliding through her thick, silken hair, loving the feel of the sable strands. “The one wonderful thing about our people is that they are very willing to share what they have. I have jewels and gold stashed away. I was going to turn it over to Mikhail to aid our people in any way possible, but we can ask for a house.”
“A large house. Seven children require a large house.”
“And a large staff. We will have to find someone we trust to watch over the children during the day,” Falcon pointed out. “I am certain Raven and Shea will know the best person to contact. The children have very special needs. We will have to aid them . . .”
She turned her head, frowning at