Free Ambrosia (Nectar Trilogy, Book 2) by DD Prince

the gravity here,” he growled.
    “No, Tristan, gravity understood; I get it. Just leave the door open.”
    She did not like his tone, nor the aggressive intensity coming off him. She grabbed his wrist and pried him away from her chin with a pointed stare and very pointed thoughts about being manhandled.
    He took a breath, “You don’t know how dangerous it’d be if he got to you.”
    “Uh, yeah, I can imagine. Do you want me freaking out while you’re in there? How’s that going to make you feel? Want me to come sit in the bathroom while you shower?”
    “Yeah, I do. Shower with me.”
    “Too tired. Just be fast.”
    She curled under the blanket and flicked the TV on. She heard the shower turn on. He left the door open and the shower curtain open so he could see her.
    “You’re drenching the floor!” she called, yawning, staring at his naked body.
    Yum.
    She fought sleep, watching his strong corded arms and large strong hands move up and down his sudsy body but even his personification of male beauty wasn’t enough to keep her awake after those earth-shattering orgasms and the fact that she’d had to drive behind him running for all that time.
    By the time he got into bed a few minutes later, she’d been dozing. He got in bed beside her, smelling like soap and shampoo and toothpaste, and feeling all warm and hard. He cupped her between the legs and slid one, then two fingers inside as he tongued her earlobe.
    He was being more possessive than ever. She imagined it must be because someone was after them and out to take her from him. Maybe it was the beast inside of him, too, the addiction to the nectar. She moaned, feeling so tired, but not able to resist. She arched back into him and parted her legs wider.
    After a quick romp and a spectacular climax where he did all the work, she went to get up to go wash up.
    “Need to pee?” He asked.
    She shook her head, “No, just need to clean-up.”
    “No,” he murmured, “don’t wash me away.”
    “Mmm-kay.”
    She sighed happily and nuzzled in and drifted off to sleep wrapped tight in his embrace. As they fell asleep, her thoughts drifted back to when he first started to explain what he knew of their bond. He’d said a woman with enchanted blood bonded to a vampire would fight to the death before letting another vampire feed from her.
    After what happened tonight, after the idea of another woman with him and how it made her feel, what it made her want to do…would that turn Kyla into some sort of warrior if Liam Donovan did find them? She didn’t want to think on that now.
    She was so relieved that they’d gotten the awkwardness out of the way --- feeding and making love. And that it hadn’t gone horribly wrong after all. It had been more than frightening when his eyes kept changing, like he was teetering between personalities. But it had gone okay. She fell into slumber with a small hope that maybe things would be okay after all.
     

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    “We make one another feel,” she whispered to him, rubbing her thumb pad up and down the cleft on his chin. They were in bed, lying on their sides and facing one another.
    The sun was starting to rise and she’d woken up to him watching her sleep. She’d nuzzled into his chest, then looked up into his eyes and they’d stared at one another for a long time before they started to talk.
    “I’m not whole if I’m not with you,” he answered, “I feel so much now.”
    “Me either. And me, too. I used to bury my feelings, ignore them, run from them, do whatever I had to do to not stop and feel them. Not now,” she said, knowing that her emotions didn’t just impact her; they impacted him, too.
    “Good. I feel your feelings. They’re amazing. You should feel them, too. What I like best about feeling your feelings is how you feel when you feel my feelings. Now, that’s incredible.” He traced her ear with the ridge of his thumb, “It’s like mirroring.”
    “Mirroring?”
    “Ever put a mirror in front