Chapter 122

I held his face with both hands, and I dared a deeper, longer-lasting kiss full of that anxiety that ran through me. The touch of his fangs on my lips made me shiver. The delicate flutter of his fingers on my ribs tickled and at the same time made my skin crawl immediately.

“Let yourself go, Ivan,” I know I whispered, my eyes closed, my forehead against his. “I love you, and I love you just the way you are.”

He whispered something I didn’t understand, and his mouth ravaged me again. His hands clung perhaps too tightly to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh in an extremely possessive and anxious movement. I groaned, but not from pain, but from the thrill of anticipation. I was ready for whatever came, I was ready for him.

Somehow, I knew that few things in the world could separate us once that night was over.

I stretched my hands over his back, admiring how every muscle quivered under my fingers, until I reached right into the pockets of his jeans, and