Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,102
been faked…
It just wasn’t possible.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly after pushing all my hair back from my damp forehead. I couldn’t help but nod before saying in a breathy tone,
“So, you missed me then?” to which he threw his head back and burst into laughter… gut clenching, belly shaking, laughter. The kind that I felt everywhere, including my sex seeing as he was still seated deep within me. Then, when his amusement had eased, he licked his lips until the blood was mostly gone. Then he kissed my forehead and what he said next had the power to heal my heart for good.
Healed from the hurt the second he whispered tenderly…
“Every damn day, baby.”
Chapter 26
Boy Scout Ambush
The rest of the day was spent together and would have no doubt been in his bed, had it well…not been for the mess he had forced me to make. Geez, but just thinking about it made me start squirming and from the knowing spark of power in his eyes, then he knew it too. But since then we’d had sex three more times and I had to say by the time night started to fall, I was feeling it, both between my legs and with how tired I was.
But then, I most certainly wasn’t regretting it, as it had been like being reunited with an addiction. One, that granted was dangerous for my health considering the amount of my blood he had consumed. Although, he had also made sure I fed from him every time as well and I had an idea this was his way of trying to get back that bond. The exchange of our essence and what strengthened that link between Chosen Ones.
It was clear he wanted that connection back and I was only to eager to give it to him. But sex, after the first time, had been a mixture of frenzied sex in the shower, then playful sex on the sofa and last of all, making love. It had been slow, sensual, and adoring. And it had also been on fresh clean sheets back on the bed. This was after the chambermaid had come in and I had told her we were sorry, that I was clumsy and spilled water on the bed…all in a rush of words. Something Lucius ruined the second he said in perfect Hebrew,
“What she is trying to say is that I fucked her like a beast, and she loved it, but now she is shy because we made a mess.” Something I learned once the horrified woman left the room making a sign of God and I’d asked what he had said to her. I knew some Hebrew but nothing like Lucius’ skills. Of course, I had been mortified hearing this and hence how we ended up having playful sex on the sofa, which I made sure we didn’t make a mess on, this time.
But now, we had just finished making love. And honestly, it had been so utterly perfect that I felt myself getting emotional and having to hold back the signs of it. However, with the moonlight pouring in through the open windows and the hum of the city outside, it was a moment that I would never forget.
Especially with my body curled to his side and with him looking down at me the way he was. The way his gloved hand tipped back my face so I could look up at him, then he ran a covered thumb over the apple of my cheek and said,
“Gods, but how I have missed these stunning eyes of yours…no wonder I would dream of them every night, looking up at me the way you do now.” I blushed and turned my face quickly so I could kiss the palm of his bound hand, making him tense a little at the contact. Contact, I had never braved to attempt before, but then as soon as the gesture was done, he relaxed, lowered his hand, and pulled me tighter against him. Then he kissed my forehead, calling me,
“My Sweet girl.” I grinned before teasing him,
“Yeah, but I bet you weren’t calling me that only two days ago.” I felt him smile and admit in a knowing tone,
“No, I was not calling you that, Amelia.”
“I never asked, but how did you find me?”
“Apparently dumb luck can happen to us all,” he replied making me hit his belly, although little good it did me with all those tight abs bunched like a brick wall of muscle.