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he felt. They were sharing their minds and
emotions fully. They were one. She was his One.

Chapter Ten
    “You’re my mate,” Marc said reverently, stroking the mussed
hair back from her cheek. “I can hardly believe it. You are my one and only. Mon
amour .”
    “I can feel what you’re feeling. Know what you’re thinking.”
He could see she was completely stunned. “And don’t you dare laugh at me.”
    He chuckled, holding her tight, still tightly lodged within
her body and her mind. He didn’t want to leave. Ever.
    “I’m not laughing at you, mon coeur , I’m simply
giddy. I have searched for you for over six hundred years, and now you are
mine. I honestly didn’t think this day would ever come to pass.” He leaned in
and kissed her soundly, lifting to look into her eyes for a moment, then moving
in for a deeper kiss as he grew hard within her once more. “ Je t’aime, mon
amour . I love you, Kelly.”
    “How can you love me?” She seemed utterly confused.
Charmingly so, he thought. “You barely know me.”
    “How can I not?” He stroked her beloved face. “I am in your
mind, ma petite , in your very soul. I love you. Of that, there is no
doubt. Look into my mind, my memories, my soul, and see if you can deny that
you love me too. It is fate. You are my destined mate, and there is nothing
else I can do but love you. Even if the fates had not decreed it, I would still
love the beautiful little hellion you are under that conservative facade. You
are perfect for me, Kelly. You need only look within my heart to see it.”
     
    She tried to do as he asked, but her senses were in a
jumble. Between his thoughts and emotions mirroring back on her inexperienced
mind, and his cock, hard and rocking within her, she was more than a little
overwhelmed. She focused on the physical. At least that she understood. Cock in
pussy, orgasm soon to follow.
    At least with Marc’s huge cock in her greedy pussy. The man
had more sexual skill in his little toe than all of her past lovers combined.
Not that there’d been many. She’d bet he’d had hundreds, maybe thousands of
women over his centuries of feeding off female blood and lust.
    “They are as nothing when compared with you, mon amour .”
He sucked on her skin as he rode her, deep and slow.
    “Get out of my head.” She tried to sound tough, but it came
out sounding charmingly grumpy. At least that’s what he thought. Damn, now she
was doing it too. She’d lifted that thought right from his mind.
    “Legend says it’s natural for mates to share their thoughts,
their blood and their bodies. Now that I’ve found you, I need never feed from
another again. Your blood and our passion will sustain me for the rest of my
days.”
    Marc rolled, letting her sit astride him. It was like the
dream, but different.
    “Did you like our dream, mon ange ?” His voice purred,
temptation itself, and in that moment she realized the dream had been much
more.
    “It was real?” She didn’t quite understand what she was
reading from his mind.
    “No, my love, it was only a dream, but we shared it. We
three.”
    “Three? Then…Dmitri was really there?” She was shocked
nearly speechless.
    “He has special skill in dreamwalking. He brought us both to
your dream and the rest, as they say, is history. It was beautiful, wasn’t it?”
She gasped as he lifted beneath her, his cock reminding her of the sensations
they’d shared in the dream. “Do you want Dmitri, my love? Do you miss him
behind you?”
    “No!” she shouted as he pulsed within her once more, but she
knew he could read her thoughts. She didn’t want Dmitri. She wanted only Marc,
though the experience—now that she knew they had actually shared that
scandalous dream with her, impossible as that seemed—would be one she’d
remember all her life.
    “You make me happy, mon amour .” He lifted up to tease
her breast with his tongue. His fangs followed, trailing over her tender skin.
“Now ride me, my angel,