Ivory's lips brushed against Lucien's skin, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, his head tilting back, as he savored the gentle touch. His body relaxed, his muscles releasing their tension, as Ivory's soft kisses soothed his soul.
As she came in front of him, Lucien's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers. Ivory's cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. She took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and spoke in a whispery voice. "I don't know if I love you or not, but I know that in this short time, I have started liking you. I like you a lot."
Lucien's eyes narrowed, his pupils dilation as he processed her words. He searched her face, his gaze tracing the curves of her cheeks and the shape of her lips. Ivory's eyes locked onto his, her gaze unwavering as she continued. "And I have no objection to being with you." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Being one..."
Lucien's body tensed, his muscles coiling with anticipation. He picked her up, cradling her in his lap, and turned her around to face him. His gaze searched hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "Are you saying the truth, my lady?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Don't forget, I am a vampire. During mating, I can drink your blood too." He pointed to her neck, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. "From here."
Ivory's body shivered, a delicate tremor running down her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting a delicate shadow on her skin. But she didn't flinch, her voice steady. "I know this much," she said, her voice shy but resolute. "You will never hurt me."
Lucien's face softened, his eyes filling with warmth. He smiled, his fangs glinting, and nodded. "Of course, my lady," he whispered, his voice full of promise. "I will never hurt you. I will always protect you, cherish you, and love you."
Lucien's arms tightened around Ivory, his hold gentle but possessive. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I promise to love you for all eternity," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Ivory's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Lucien's. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the love shining bright like a beacon in the darkness. She smiled, her lips curving upward, her heart racing with excitement.
Lucien's face lit up with joy, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He leaned in, his lips meeting Ivory's in a tender kiss. Their lips moved in sync, their hearts beating as one, their love shining bright.
As they kissed, Lucien's fangs descended, his mouth watering at the taste of Ivory's skin. But he restrained himself, unwilling to frighten her. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, their mouths moving in perfect harmony.
Ivory's body melted into Lucien's, her heart racing with excitement. She felt his love, his passion, his desire. She knew she was meant to be with him—to be his mate, his companion, his everything. For now, nothing else matters to her. neither her family nor her true identity.
Their kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one. Lucien's hands roamed Ivory's back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her skin.
Ivory's hands slid up Lucien's chest, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She felt his love, his passion, and his desire, and she knew she couldn't resist him.
"May I?" Lucien whispered, his eyes locked on Ivory's neck, his fangs aching with desire. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Ivory's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her veins like a drumbeat. She knew what Lucien was asking, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never felt this way before and never wanted someone to drink her blood. But with Lucien, it was different. She wanted to give herself to him, to surrender to his desire.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could hardly believe she was saying yes, but she couldn't deny the way she felt.
Lucien's eyes flashed with excitement, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Ivory's skin, sending shivers down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin, and she felt her heart race even faster.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his breath caressing her skin. He wanted to make sure she was ready, that she wanted this as much as he did.
Ivory nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She was sure; she had never been more sure of anything in her life. "Yes, I'm sure," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
Lucien's fangs pierced Ivory's skin, his mouth closing around her neck. She felt a rush of pleasure, her body arching as he drank her blood. It was like nothing she had ever felt before—a pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
As he drank, Lucien's hands roamed Ivory's body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the softness of her skin. He felt her pleasure and her desire, and he knew she was meant to be his. He could feel their bond growing stronger, their hearts beating as one.
Ivory's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back in ecstasy. She felt Lucien's love, his passion, and his desire, and she knew she was meant to be with him. She was lost in the sensation of his fangs in her neck and the feel of his hands on her skin.
Their bodies were entwined, their hearts beating as one. They were lost in their love, their passion, and their desire. And as Lucien finally pulled back, his eyes burning with intensity, Ivory knew she would never let him go. She was his, and he was hers. Forever and always.