The moment his canines sank in her nape, Rosamund lost all the thoughts that she had. There was absolutely nothing in her mind, only the feel of his teeth, his presence, Aleksander's presence around her. It was pleasure, so much pleasure that she could not help but scream at the tops of her lungs. The feeling of him inside her, the warmth of them together, the mixed smell of them together was enough to trigger her to let her off. She came, crashing down from the erotic atmosphere and his marking. It was complete. Everything around them was perfect. Joining them together, joined by both body and soul, was beyond perfection. She could feel the love in his touch, the possessiveness in his hold and the need in his reaction to her actions. It was fireworks and poems with animal instincts guidin
