New Blood (The Blood Saga Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

turned to a deep reverberating
growl before his fangs found my throat.
    Relentlessly we ravaged one another.
We clawed. Bit. Caressed, and tangled together under the water raining down on
us so hot it filled the room with a thick steam.
    Our bodies shuddered violently. Beneath
my touch his muscles tightened like taught cables. Throughout this never ending
ecstasy his hands dug into my flesh, squeezing hard enough I realized briefly
that as a human I would not have survived this. Frighteningly, I found this
knowledge more arousing.
    As time escaped us we melted onto
the floor together, still completely entangled. Damien whispered against my
flesh between kisses, “I never dreamed I would find you.” Our gazes caught.
Silence lingered as we stared, hypnotized.
    Then the switch. The moment of
bliss was passing. His eyes grew grave and serious, though at least they’d
gotten their color back. Peridot green gems staring back at me. “I will love
you for the rest of my eternity. No matter what ever happens, please, never
forget how deeply I mean that.” He did not say this with happiness.
    My eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong,
Damien?”
    “Nothing.” He smiled, but it was
weak. My gaze remained scrutinizing. My lie detector radar was pinging off my
id. Knowing this he took in a deep breath and sighed. “Lara, she...” he trailed
off.
    It wasn’t a far reach. “She had a
vision.” He nodded, closing his eyes briefly. “Won’t you tell me?” My hand held
to his cheek as the other ran circles along the back of his neck.
    Vehemently he shook his head. “No.
It was a glimpse. Just one possibility that was in itself impossible really.”
For a long moment he was silent, not looking at me or anything really.
    Both my hands held to his face as I
looked into his green eyes. So deep. So brilliant. “Of course it’s not. I hope
you don’t doubt that.” Never in my life had I ever meant anything more.
    Shaking his head, a slight crooked
smile on his lips. “I don’t.” His lips pressed to mine soft at first. But I
deepened that kiss. A kiss to build a dream on as he carried me straight to the
bed.
    Hours had passed as we lay tangled
together again in bliss. “I am undoubtedly the luckiest man in the world.” His
energy had definitely returned, and the dark mood from before had long since
passed.
    Playfully I hit him. “Don’t.” I shook
my head, but smiled lightly. I laughed, only a little bitter.
    “I mean it.” His hand held under my
chin. “You don’t even fathom.” His eyes were unreadable. Not even a faint smile
tugged his lips.
    His mouth pressed against my hair
as he murmured begrudgingly, “We should get dressed, I suppose. You need to
feed. I took a little more than I should have. You must be hungry.”
    “Don’t lie, Damien. I’m always
hungry now.” He couldn’t help but laugh. Kissing my forehead, he pulled me
against him, rolling out of bed with me in his arms.
    Opening the closet door, he pushed
me along inside. My jaw dropped as I looked around. Not quite bigger than the
loft, but nearly. Damn.
    “I hope you don’t mind. Jez and
Lara took the liberty of obtaining you a new wardrobe since they can’t take you
with them to go shopping. Yet.”
    “Yet? I don’t like yet ,
Damien. And I have my bag in the Jeep,” my voice tried to come out menacing but
it weakened to begrudging.
    He laughed giving a careless shrug
as we stood there, bare body against body. “All right. You try to tell Jezabell
no. See how that works out for you. Let me know, okay?” Kissing my cheek, he laughed
more. “Of course that is after you get some better control over yourself. Then
well, then I am sorry, my love, you are at their mercy.”
    “We’ll see about that.” Laughing,
he grinned wryly. It was good to see him in such a better mood, and looking
stronger than ever.
    Groaning, I pushed him away with a
laugh of my own as I began to look through the wardrobe that already easily
tripled (or more) my old