Rated PG+18
Dimitri wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in. "Blanca, I can't believe I almost lost you."
"I can't believe I almost lost you." She breathed in a deep sigh of relief. "I don't know what to do without you, Dimitri."
His scent ignited her sleeping senses. So dark. So masculine. She dipped her face into his neck, drinking him in. It was the most intoxicating scent she'd ever smelled.
Blanca kissed him softly. His pulse pounded beneath her lips, stronger than ever before, pumping with magic so lethal and new. Something had changed, something she could understand. The magic of the highest demon. The blessing of the archangels. She had to taste him, to feel his blood and magic inside of her. Every pop of his pulse ignited a fresh throb of searing, excruciating need.
"Do it." His voice was a deep rumble in his chest.
"You've just been through so much." She drew away as she breathed in his scent.
