Bliss, no ... you can't." His head fell back and he stumbled, his back hitting the french doors. He growled at the feel of her lips, and the heat of her tongue. "Gods!""I can. I want to." Her voice was soft but the power of her words was not in the volume but in the meaning and she meant every word. She reached up, framing his face with her tiny hands. "I need to, please. Chal, don't tell me no." She wriggled against him and felt the hard bulge in his pants. "I need you," she whispered desperately and slid her tongue over the skin of his throat.His hands moved over her back restlessly, finally filling with the supple muscles of her ass. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. "Please, Chal." She gasped as one big hand turned her face up to his, his lips taking hers. Another gasp left her lips, captured by his as a wave of unbelievably strong pleasure shuddered through her. It was like a sweet spear of rapture. It made her feel weak and her toes curled, than she

He bent his head and whispered her name against her lips. He was gentle at first; barely touching, returning again and again, tasting her. He grew more fervent when she arched, her small, tight bottom pushed against his loins. She was soft and so incredibly warm and he eagerly unbuttoned his shirt that she wore. He pressed her against the mattress and kissed every soft inch he uncovered, from between her small breasts and over the pale curve of her stomach. She parted her legs with a tiny nudge from his hands and his slid between her thighs, breathing deeply of the scent of her passions.His nose nudged aside the tails of his shirt and he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He gazed down at the beauty before him breathing in the scent that was Bliss. His tongue slid between her swollen, lower lips and delved into the treasure of her folds. She tasted of the sweetness of heaven and the spiciness of passion and she went straight to his head. He feasted on her and tasted every nuance of

Then hurry up and say what you think is so necessary for me to know. Because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. And you're not making this any easier."He chuckled again. "Yes, ma'am. What I need to tell you..." he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her hand and blew out a long, slow breath. "—I want to tie my life to yours.""Is this ... Is this a marriage proposal?" Her heart kicked up it's beating and she knew that he could hear it."No, baby. It's something much stronger, more durable than that. I tie my life to yours. When you die, I will die too."He sat back, feeling his stomach roil in his gut. He couldn't watch her face. If he saw what he thought he would, it would almost literally kill him. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't stand to watch her die or know that she'd died and left him alone for the long, long millennia of his life. He would never disrespect her and ignore her wishes. But if she said no, he would still take his life. He couldn't feel this way

Yes," she breathed. "I want to be yours. If you're sure..."His lips cut off her words and his tongue teased at the seam of her mouth. She opened her lips for him and he groaned at her dark heat. A shimmery golden bubble of pleasure burst through her and her hips moved against his body, searching for that which would lead her to the next level. She moaned as that bubble burst again, tightening her nipples and making her shiver. "Chal ... What do..."His tongue slipped over her nipple and drew the tip into his mouth, suckling gently. His hair was thick around his shoulders, sweeping over her skin. She arched against his arms and her hands grasped at his back as another bubble engulfed her. He shivered with her pleasure and his hands moved lower, his palms caressing the skin over her ribs.Chal had taken his time, loving her nipple with gentle hunger before moving to the other one, his fingers taking tender care with her damp tip. The pleasure was a constant golden euphoria and her hand

He bent closer to hear her quiet whisper and then a beautiful smile appeared on his dark face. Without a word, he kissed her, over and over. It felt like he couldn't tire of her lips or maybe he was trying to wear them out. She didn't know. But she wanted more.His hands were on her hips and he rolled so that she straddled him. His cock was hard and he guided her movements, the tip rubbing against her clit over and over. His hands were hard but they didn't hurt or dominate. They guided, drawing hoarse cries from her mouth.Finally she begged. "Please Chal."He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and gently pushed inside of her once more. His body stiffened and he froze with just the head of his cock buried between the steamy heat of her pussy lips. "God, Bliss, you're so tight like this. I don't want to hurt you."She couldn't breathe for the explosion building inside but that was okay with her. She would forget about ever breathing again if she could keep him inside of her, thrusting