Free Sarim's Scent by Juliette Springs Page B

creating throughout her body. She shivered and welcomed the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her.
    She opened her eyes to a glowing Ivan, literally. His eyes were shut and his face tight in concentration as he continued to pound into her, seemingly out of control. His eyes shot open, as if he knew she was watching him. They glowed the same copper color that was surrounding his body.
    He continued to hold her gaze captive as her body became wetter, making his thrusts glide in smoother and deeper. The same tight coiling sensation as before began to form deep inside her. She could barely catch her breath. As the sensation became unbearable, she begged him to give her relief, that the feelings were too much. She couldn’t close her eyes, still held prisoner by Ivan’s intense gaze. She screamed as her body exploded for the second time that night. She closed her eyes against the powerful feelings. Her core clenched Ivan in a tight hold. She vaguely heard him scream her name and felt his hot seed course into her body. Then she felt like she was floating gently in the air, timelessly, for what could have been hours or minutes before she felt the firmness of her bed underneath her. She lay quietly, trying to catch her breath and regain control of her body.
    “Where did you get that tattoo done?”
    She opened her eyes as she felt Ivan’s fingers trace the spot on the side of her neck where her tattoo had appeared all those years ago. She looked at him, still slightly out of it from the lovemaking. “I got it when I was a teenager.”
    He continued to stare at her with a troubled expression.
    “What is it?” Her heartbeat spiked. That look on his face. “Do you know what it is?” She sat, reaching out to touch his arm. “Please, Ivan. If you know something, tell me.”
    He pushed her back down to the mattress. “Sleep” was the last thing she heard as she once again slid into the welcoming darkness.

Chapter 12
    Ivan opened his eyes as he receded from Victoria’s mind. He looked down at his hands, surprised to see they were shaking. Shock flowed through him. He could not believe what had just transpired between him and the woman in the next room. Their coupling had blown him apart. He had never in his life lost control with a female. He had always been in charge during issanvi, never breaking a sweat, demanding and totally in charge. He had lost himself in Victoria, unable to control his body. His manhood had acted like it had a mind of its own. It had to be the most mind-blowing experience in his life. That was only the issanvi.
    He dropped his head in his still-trembling hands. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact she was his mate, that fact revealed when he saw the unmistakable copper glow surrounding her body, then spotted the same copper glow surrounding his body as well. Why did Sarim’s daughter have to be his mate?
    But that was the least of his worries. He would be surprised if she didn’t end up pregnant after tonight. But was it possible for her to become impregnated in dream sex? He would have to wait and see. He let the word ‘mate’ run through his mind. He was mated, and he wasn’t scared. In fact, he felt at peace for the first time in a long time. He felt complete. All his devious plans for Sarim took a back seat to what he had gained tonight. What did scare him and had him shaken to the very core was the other piece of information he had discovered about Victoria tonight.
    When he had been searching her face to see if she had been as deeply affected by their sexual experience as he, he’d noticed the small tattoo on the side of her neck. At first he’d thought nothing of it. Humans, for some strange reason, loved to decorate and paint their bodies in the most peculiar manners. But when he sharpened his focus to see what exactly she had engraved on her neck, he was stunned. The tattoo of a pair of feminine hands holding a flower was unmistakable. There could be no other