were wounded.” She pointed to his shirt.
He glanced down and sighed as if the weight of the world rested on his wide shoulders. “How much did you see, Jules?”
She folded the letters and tucked them away before she turned to him. “Enough.”
Slowly, Cristian rose to his feet and raked a hand through his tousled hair. She sounded normal, but he didn’t want to take for granted that she had seen what he was. He had to let her know above all, he was still Cristian, still the man who promised to protect her. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
He felt her gaze on him, waiting for him to look at her, and when he didn’t, she stood and moved to stand in front of him.
“I won’t lie and say I wasn’t afraid, but I knew you were out there protecting me.”
Her words were a balm to his soul. He hadn’t known until she said them how desperately he had needed to hear those words. Still, he knew she had to be wary of him. He finally faced her.
“The few people who have discovered what I am have run as far from me as they could.”
She shrugged. “They didn’t know the things I do. In my father’s research, I’ve never heard of anything like you. What are you exactly?”
“I’m not sure you really want to know.” His gaze held hers, daring her to ask again.
Jules smiled gently. “I really want to know.”
“My mother was human and a quarter vampire.”
That in itself shocked Jules. “I thought vampires were a myth. Everyone in Romania laughs at all the lore.”
“We know they exist, but many think they’ve been eradicated. My father, however, was half werewolf and something else he was never able to determine.”
“And that mix created you.”
He paused. “Aye.”
“Amazing.”
She wanted to touch him, to feel his heat and hardness, to wrap her arms around him. After the horror of last night, her desire was too great to ignore.
She turned to find him watching her carefully, as if he were afraid she might bolt.
“You’re not afraid of me?” he asked.
She shook her head since speech had deserted her. For so long she’d denied her body and her longings after the scandal. For so very long she had tried to be the woman society wanted her to be.
And now, she found herself tempted to throw it all away again, to follow the urges within her for a man who wasn’t human.
“Jules?” His voice was low, seductive, and it turned her blood to fire and made her sex clench with need.
She let the restraint that had held her back these last few years fall away as she took a step closer to him. When his hand gently cupped her face, her stomach fell to her feet.
She placed her hands on his chest, feeling hard sinew and heat. How she wanted to lean up to taste him, to feel his mouth on hers. Her lips parted and her blood quickened. After so long of being someone she wasn’t, the freedom was heady.
Breathing became impossible when his head lowered to hers. The first brush of his warm lips made her knees go weak. It had been so long since she’d been kissed that she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed it.
A kiss was like sharing a part of your soul. It was seductive, sensual. Erotic.
Cristian groaned low, the sound coming from the back of his throat when she eagerly opened for him. All thoughts of the past disappeared as Cristian’s arms enveloped her, molding her to his hard body while he kissed her with unmatched skill.
Jules melted against him. Her body was on fire with glorious need, a need only intensified by the masterful way his lips moved over hers, pleasuring her mouth, teasing her with his tongue.
How she’d missed this feeling of longing and lust, of hunger and passion. Of yearning and excitement.
She sighed when his tongue swept past her lips and touched hers. Her hands moved over his shoulders and around his neck as he deepened the kiss.
Her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened as she gave in to the desire filling her. Against her stomach, she could feel Cristian’s