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by Diana Castilleja
Chapter Ten
Diego cursed roundly when the door hid them from the
world. Her exhaustion was total. He knew sleep would help
her, but it would not heal her. "Cara mia." It was groaned on
a long hiss of self-aimed damnation.
He buried his face into the sweet scents of her hair. Spring
rain and heaven. He knew he had done this. Without thinking
about the consequences. He had all evening to replay the
night he had healed her, the night his heart became hers.
He had done the unthinkable. He had passed on his curse,
his dark life, and he knew the only way to attempt to keep
her alive was to finish the transformation. His eyes clamped
shut as the weight of his folly drove home. Two blood red
tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.
"Forgive me, cara. I cannot let you die," he whispered
hoarsely, his throat sore, fighting the very air he breathed. "I
would give my life for you."
He cradled her in his arms, stepping from the limo in front
of the hotel and blurring their entrance from prying eyes,
then carried her to her room. He stretched her out to lay on
the bed with her. His hands were shaking as he brushed back
her waves of hair. The decision was eating him alive, killing
him, because he had already killed her.
"Cara. Titania, wake up."
She mewled softly, her lashes fluttering. "I'm tired, Diego."
She curled into his shoulder, and his skin blazed and
tightened under her weight.
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"I know, honey." He stared at her pale features. Her sweet
lips, soft skin. Her dark lashes curved over the paleness of
her face like two dark crescents. "Cara, I can make you
better, but you need to tell me you want me to do it."
She murmured into his chest. She was still asleep. He had
no choice. She was slowly starving to death. He made the
decision for her, feeling the weight of it crushing his chest like
an anvil. He would be forever bound to her. She would always
be at risk. She would hate him for it.
His mouth thinned. She would hate him soon enough, was
his next thought. He threw the arguments from his mind, his
lips tracking down the softness of her neck. She wouldn't
need much to sustain her energy, but each sharing brought
her further into his world.
Terror seized him.
He stopped, his hands framing her with a tenderness he
had never envisioned. Would she survive the conversion? He
had never heard of a woman taking on the dark gift. "Dios,"
he moaned, the one word torn from him.
The delicate firmness of her fingers lingered over the harsh
slice of his mouth. He felt her understanding all the way to his
toes. There was a feeling of acceptance coming from her,
filling him, and he wanted to weep again.
He lifted her higher, crushing her against his body. "I will
never let you go. You are mine."
Diego pulled himself up on the bed, rising to hold her in his
lap, emotion raging at him. He kissed her cheek, nipping with
his lips at the corner of her mouth. She moved toward him
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naturally. Her arms wound over his neck, and her eyes gazed
up at him, slumberous and sexy.
"You're kissing me again," she accused, half asleep and all
siren.
"I have to." His hands rested at her hips, his fingers toying
with the fabric of her blouse. "I have to," he breathed,
claiming her mouth.
She gasped, her lips sweet and hot as he delved within her
honeyed warmth. Her fingers dug into his hair, and she
arched into him when he drifted from her mouth to the
sloping temptation of her throat.
Her heart pounded beneath the fragile layer of skin that
warmed beneath his lips. He could hear the hard beating, the
scent of her reaching him. He scraped his teeth along her
pulse, and his incisors exploded, the lust for her blood almost
overpowering. He knew how addictive she would taste, spicy,
calling to him.
He blinked, forcing a deep breath, calming the hunger. He
would never hurt her. This was his woman. His hold cradled,
protected. Always protected. Those thoughts helped ease the
insistent roar of hunger.
He sucked on her skin, feeling her reactions, feeling her
desires rage as high as his. She cried out when he found the
hot taste of her, then undulated against him, bringing his own
needs to a fever pitch. Her arms held him secure, and he
could feel the pleasure she was experiencing. He savored her,
every brush of skin, every heated drop of her essence.
His breathing was harsh when he finally closed the small
wounds with a tender stroke of his tongue. He inhaled, filled
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his lungs with her heat, his nose buried into the curve of her
shoulder. "Heaven," he breathed against her heated skin, and
she shivered.
His shirt and jacket were there, and then they were gone.
He held her bare-chested, her body brushing against the firm
wall of his chest until he thought he would detonate with the
heat she was creating inside him. Air hissed through his teeth
when she pushed against him, her full breasts teasing him.
He fought for control, slashing his chest. "Belong to me,"
he told her, his voice a sorcerer's seduction, velvet over iron,
his will would not be denied. At the first touch of her lips,
desire ripped through him, stronger than he had ever
experienced. Flames danced before his eyes as her mouth
suckled on his quivering chest.
His hand cupped her reverently, his gaze flowing over her
bowed head. "Belong to me, cara. Need me." He threw his
head back when lightning shot through his veins, a primal
roar of possession fighting to break loose. Fire licked at his
nerves, raced through his body. "Need me like I need you,"
he whispered on a dragged moan. He closed his eyes to feel
her in his arms until she had taken enough.
Diego commanded her to stop, healing the wound and
claiming her mouth at the same instant. He found the hot,
coppery taste of his blood, sweeping his tongue to catch the
exotic heat. Titania was on fire in his arms. "I will never let
you go. Know that now. You are mine."
He groaned, an animalistic depth that rocked him when
she slid her mouth down his neck. He arched into the damp
heat of her mouth. "Cara!" His breath gusted from his body
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