Dagger shuddered as his body pulsed deep inside his Amate. Her sweet taste was still on his lips. When she had come, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. The thought of her hands and her mouth on him would have sent him over the edge. It had been too long for him and tasting Jordan’s ambrosia had been like water to a dying man. It had flooded through him, healing the wounds not visible to anyone else.
He wanted their first time to be about pleasure, not pain. That was why he had brought her to a peak before he pushed through the barrier that he had felt. The taste of her o****m mixed with the blood of her innocence sent a powerful, primitive wave of desire through him. He had risen up and pressed into her.
What he had not expected was her to lock gazes with him in understanding
