Elaine
I practically floated down the stairs the next morning, every step light with the afterglow of last night. Even though the sky outside was dull and gray, my whole world was radiant. Kave hadn’t just had s*x with me—he’d made love to me. Slow, tender, breathtaking. Every caress, every kiss, every whisper had wrapped around my heart and made me melt.
He had worshipped me in a way that left me trembling, his hands reverent, his mouth gentle, his voice so low and sweet in my ear that I thought I might cry from the intimacy of it. He hadn’t initiated a blood-bond, not yet, but I could feel how close he was to breaking through that wall. His teeth had grazed my throat more than once, lingering as though he was fighting the urge to sink in. At one point, I almost asked him why he was hol
