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.He took his time devouring her.He kissed his way down her neck, leaving dozens of little bite marks, tiny stings he eased with his tongue and half a dozen strawberries he left just because he could.He raised his head and waited for her lashes to lift so he could look into her eyes.So she would know he meant what he said.“I would not have missed being with you for the world.Whatever happens in the nights to come, Marguarita, never think that I will ever regret any moment spent with you.Hopefully it will be hundreds of years, but if not, I will not regret that you kept me alive.”Thank you for that.She smiled at him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her neck and throat red with his marks of possession, and happiness shining in her eyes.She took his hand.Come meet the horses.He didn’t have the heart to tell her there would be no meeting her beloved animals.He scanned the ranch to ensure no vampire was near and went out into the night with her.Stars glittered overhead and the moon spilled her silvery light across the grass.Zacarias reluctantly followed her toward the stable.It was a long, well-built building.As he approached, he could hear the horses stamping and blowing, dancing in their stalls, aware that a predator was near.At the entrance, there was no doubt that he was wreaking havoc with the even-tempered animals.Several reared and plunged, raked the air with their front hooves and tossed their heads, eyes rolling.Zacarias caught her arm.“No farther.You will not go in there with those animals.”He felt her mind expand, reach out and connect with the horses.It was a strange sensation, not unlike what he experienced when he took the form of another creature but even more so, as if they were joined not only in mind, but in spirit.You smell like a predator to them.You are not evil to them.Or tainted.She had found his fears once again and he tried not to react with anger.He didn’t ever look that closely at the why of the animals not accepting him.They didn’t.It was a fact.Anything else he simply pushed away.What did it matter—the why? He didn’t know if it was true that he feared they found him evil and tainted, but if she saw that in him—it was most likely there.She was uncovering secrets he kept even from himself.The more she found, the more reluctant he was for her to find more, yet he couldn’t live without her mind connecting completely with his and that gave her access to everything he was—everything he had been.“It does not matter why they will not accept me, only that they will not,” he pointed out.She tightened her fingers in his.They will accept you just as they do me.After all, we’re one, aren’t we?His heart jumped and inwardly he cursed himself for being such a fool.It was impossible.He knew the horses wouldn’t let him near and yet somewhere inside of himself—he believed in her.12Zacarias tugged Marguarita to an abrupt halt, by the simple act of ceasing to move.They stood together at the open doors of the stable.The horses were rolling eyes and tossing heads, watching the door in mounting terror.You smell menacing.I find it quite sexy, but the animals are afraid.Give me a moment to calm them so they can connect with you in the same way I do.The soft amusement, the caressing “I find it quite sexy” slid into his mind like massaging fingers over his body, but he refused to give in to her.Danger was danger, no matter where or who the threat came from.He locked her to his side.“I will not allow you into that building with the horses riled up.You saw what happened to your friend Ricco.”She rubbed her cheek against his arm much like a cat.It would be easier for me to calm them inside, close to them.It would only take a moment.“I said no.” There was steel in his voice, in his heart.He would give her the moon if she asked.He’d walk through fire, but this—this—never.She could plead with him, look at him with her incredible eyes and it would only serve to harden his resolve.Her safety was paramount.At the moment, he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and haul her back inside where no harm could come to her.Amusement teased his senses.He felt his cock stir and his nerve endings come alive.That little whisper of laughter, not heard, but felt, never failed to arouse him.Were you alive during the caveman days? I could see you dressed in animal fur, hauling your woman into the cave by her hair.Her teasing would always be erotic to him.When a man had never had such things, they became treasures when he found them.Laughter had never been a part of his world, certainly not teasing.She didn’t fight his commands.She didn’t pout or get angry.She laughed softly and rubbed along his body with hers, just as if she felt those snapping electrical sparks in the same way he did.“Do not tempt me, my beautiful lunatic.Dragging you to your bed by your hair is not out of the question [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]