She was spread-eagled and naked on the bed when he finally kissed her on the mouth. Instantly she wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted up to urge him in.
She felt a primal need to mate. Did he feel it too? Was the vampire bond creating this need so intense it bordered on pain?
“Now!” She could barely form the words. “Take me now.”
He thrust his tongue between her parted lips as he thrust his penis between her parted legs. She took all of him. The friction of his body against hers and within hers was sizzling and fiercely divine. She was enthralled by his power, entranced by his touch. Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she matched his passion. She loved the way he kissed her, the way his body filled hers.
He slid deeper until she sheathed him from tip to root. The walls of her vagina clenched around him as he possessed her. Tremors continued to ripple deep within her as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.
There was a carnal rawness in each of his delicious thrusts. She broke off their kiss with a breathless cry of impending ecstasy.
Primitive needs took over.
“Mine,” Ronan growled. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” Sierra gasped.
He held her chin and had her look at him as she came, the powerful spasms radiating through her. She watched his eyes darken and glow as he came. His animalistic snarls of pleasure didn’t frighten her. They empowered her.
Because this was what she’d been waiting for her entire life. Their bond hadn’t been broken, it was strengthened.
Chapter Twenty-one
Sierra woke up in bed alone. She panicked for a moment, thinking Voz had taken Ronan. Today was Valentine’s Day. But the deadline was supposed to be midnight tonight.
Then she saw the note on the pillow beside hers. I’m in the passageway. Call out when you wake up. Ronan.
She touched the paper with her fingertip, tracing his words. This was the first time she’d seen his writing aside from his scrawled signature on their temporary lease agreement. Maybe she was just being sappy but his handwriting seemed deliciously old-fashioned to her now.
There was nothing old-fashioned about the way Ronan made love. Because that’s what it had been to her. There was no hiding her feelings by labeling it as sex. The vampire bond might be broken but the ties between them were more powerful than ever.
She loved Ronan. And not just because he was good in bed. Okay, off-the-charts totally EPIC AWESOME in bed. But there was more to it than that.
She loved the way he could catch a dish flying through the air. His sense of humor. His fierce loyalty. His old-fashioned sense of chivalry. His dark chocolate-brown eyes. The way his smile was slightly lopsided.
She was accustomed to being haunted by ghosts but not by being haunted by the power of her love for Ronan. She refused to allow Voz to have him. She’d do everything in her power to save Ronan, just as he’d saved her.
She might not have superpowers or magical abilities but she had other skills. The bottom line here was that yes, she’d fallen in love with a vampire. And yes, that created some unique challenges like the fang-and-blood thing not to mention the immortality stuff. But in order to work those out, she first had to make sure that Ronan wasn’t taken from her by Voz.
Which meant she had to get up and get moving. She found clean clothes laid out at the foot of the bed. After washing up in the tiny bathroom under the stairs and pulling on the black pants and red top, she called out Ronan’s name. He was beside her in an instant.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“I was just following orders. You said to call your name when I woke up.”
“Like you called it so many times in the night as you came,” he said.
“And I came so many times. I had no idea it was even possible to have that many orgasms.”
“Was it too much?” He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Are you okay today?”
She wanted to tug him back into bed and show him exactly how okay she was today. But first things first. “I will be fine when we find that key Voz wants. Any progress on that front?”
“I searched every inch of the passageway.”
“That map is confusing. And why would Hal need a map to begin with? He knew where he put the treasure in this house. It’s not like he buried it in a desert or wilderness somewhere. The treasure is in this house.”
“Or the backyard. I dug it all up, by the way.”
“Why? Did you think Hal was buried there? People bury their goldfish in their backyards. Not humans. Besides, Daniella’s dad already told us that he was cremated.”
“There have been plenty of serial killers who buried bodies in their yards or under the cement floor of their garage.”