Chapter 63

His arms tightened possessively. His lips drifted from the heat of her silken mouth to her throat, down lower to find her creamy breast, soft and full and inviting. His lips closed over the hard peak, pulled strongly, a torment for both of them. She circled his head with her arms, cradled him to her. “Tell me this is real, Alexander, this is us, you and me, not the supernatural heat rising between us.” There was a plea in her voice, an aching need for it to be real. “Only you, Miah,” he whispered fiercely. “Look into my mind and see the truth; it is there for the taking. I want you and only you. For yourself, not just your beautiful body. For me there will never be another. No other could satisfy this desperate craving. A craving as old as time itself. Beautiful and magical.” His hand wandered over her skin, pushed low into the waistband of her jeans.

“I look at you and remember the endless centuries, all those wars and battles, my people turning undead and the countless times I was