Page 110 of Dark Awakening: Hidden Currents

Ell-rom rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, and pulled back to look at her. "You're so beautiful." His voice was husky with desire. "Sometimes, I still can't believe you're real and not a dream."

Jasmine reached up, cupping his face in her hands. "I'm real, and I love you."

Her words seemed to break something loose in him, and he captured her lips again in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, mapping every curve and plane as if discovering it for the first time.

Would it always be like that between them?

Would every lovemaking feel like a gift?

"Take off your clothes," Jasmine murmured against his lips as she tugged at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

He sat back and quickly divested himself of the garment before helping Jasmine out of hers.

As skin met skin, both of them let out a gasp of pleasure. Jasmine ran her hands over Ell-rom's back while he trailed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, and when he reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, he paused, his breath hot against her skin.

As she felt his body tense, Jasmine knew he was thinking about biting her. Edgar had never bitten her unless he was climaxing or on the verge, so Ell-rom couldn't be ready to bite her now, but since he was new to this, he might do things differently.

When his lips met her skin, Jasmine felt the sharp points of his fangs, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her, but Ell-rom didn't bite. Instead, he scraped his fangs gently along her skin, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

She arched into him, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Her hands roamed his back, nails scraping lightly, urging him on.

Ell-rom's responses were becoming more primal, his touches more urgent. He lavished attention on her breasts, his clever mouth and hands drawing gasps and sighs of pleasure from her.

"We are still wearing too many clothes," she murmured between moans.

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In a blink of an eye, Ell-rom discarded what was left of his clothing and then helped Jasmine remove hers until there was nothing between them but skin and shared breath.

She gazed up at him with desire in her eyes, her hands roaming over his back. "I love feeling your weight on me."

"I'm not too heavy?"

"No, you are perfect. I need you inside of me." She arched up, rubbing her mound against his shaft.

Ell-rom kissed her tenderly, pouring his soul into that kiss, communicating his love for her with his lips and his tongue. He'd planned on going slow, but when he pushed the tip in, he found her so wet and hot and ready for him there was no way he could hold back.

Surging all the way in, he wrested a gasp from her throat.

Their fit was perfect, as if their bodies were created to complete each other.

"Mother of All Life," he groaned. "I must have died and made it to the fields of the brave."

She chuckled and urged him to move by arching up and digging her fingers into the muscles of his butt, and when he did, she met each hard thrust with an upward motion.

As Jasmine closed her eyes, her head dropping back on the pillow, she exposed the column of her neck, and instinct took over. He latched on to her skin, sucking gently, careful not to nick her with his fangs, but not because of the aversion to blood.

It just wasn't time yet.

Ell-rom didn't have much experience, or any for that matter, but some things were instinctual, like knowing that swiveling his hips with every thrust would intensify Jasmine's pleasure.

He wasn't wrong.

As her sheath tightened around him in a spasming grip, and she shuddered and gasped, he held her tight, and as her orgasm exploded through her, it wrested the last of his control away from him, and his fangs started dripping with venom.

With a roar, he jetted into her, and this time, his fangs sank into her neck instead of the pillow.