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to be so very important in that moment. She felt his tongue sweep over the pulse beating in her neck; his
strong hands gathered her closer still. Her body clenched and pulsed with need, with anticipation. His
teeth scraped gently, teasingly over the throbbing spot, drenching her with hot answering liquid. She felt
she might be drowning, yet she couldn't move, so mesmerized was she by his black-magic spell.
White-hot heat flashed through her, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. For a moment she couldn't
tell the difference. Then she was drifting in a dream world as Dayan indulged his erotic hunger, his mouth
moving over her pulse, feeding on her until she thought she might die of pleasure. Her arms crept up to
cradle his head to her, to hold his mouth against her skin.
Dayan heard his own heartbeat pounding in his head, roaring like the beast inside him trying to break
free. The ritual words beat in his brain like a drum, filled his mind and heart and soul as he drank. Her
blood was sweet, intoxicating, the pleasure coursing through him like wildfire. Fiery hot. The roar
increased until his body was going up in flames, urgent, demanding, painful with need. He whispered her
name like the talisman it was, forced himself to breathe, to hang on to his sanity, to fight the raging beast
and its demands. His tongue stroked across the two tiny wounds, closing them with the healing agent in
his saliva, resting his forehead against hers while he fought for total control.
Corinne felt drowsy, and yet her body was on fire, filled with an aching hunger that reduced her mind to
erotic images which flared up like dancing flames. She didn't want him to leave her like this, her body
throbbing and crying out for his, yet she couldn't summon the energy to move her arms. They felt like
lead, sliding from him to lie uselessly on the sheets beside her.
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When she managed to pry her lashes open a tiny bit, she could only see his eyes, those haunting eyes
watching her with a terrible longing, a terrible need. Her throat worked, and tears burned behind her
lashes and clogged her throat. She wanted to remove that look from his face for all time. He looked so
alone. So terribly alone with that bleakness etched into the lines of his face, that emptiness in his eyes.
Corinne made a supreme effort and lifted her hand so that her finger could caress the shape of his mouth.
'Don't look so sad, Dayan. I'm not going anywhere.' She could only say the words in her head
because she was far too tired to speak them. Her lashes were already drifting down.
Dayan caught her wrist and brought her knuckles to his lips, a flare of surprise moving through him. He
had not given her his blood, yet the connection between them was so strong! Iwill never allow you to
escape from me, Corinne, not even through death. Nor will I allow any harm to come to you.'
She carried that last thought with her as she succumbed to the demand for sleep. Dayan watched her for
a long time as the sun began to climb in the sky. He held her hand and simply breathed her in, memorizing
the curve of her cheek and the sweep of her lashes to take with him to ground. He murmured a soft
command to her and reluctantly left her as the sun stained the darkness and the sky turned a silvery gray.
Chapter 4
"Rina, wake up." Lisa was leaning over the bed and shaking Corinne repeatedly. Her large blue eyes
held worry as she looked rather helplessly at Cullen "I can't wake her up. I can't believe I went to sleep
last night and slept most of the day away. I just left her to take care of everything when she's so fragile."
"Don't worry," Cullen soothed as he took Corinne's pulse. Dayan came back last night and he probably
worked at healing her. She just needs to sleep. Feel Lisa; her pulse is strong."
"I want her to wake up." Lisa was close to tears. Corinne, buried in layers of fog, recognized Lisa's
voice and knew from long experience that Lisa was very upset. Out of habit Corinne answered the call
struggling to the surface when she really wanted to sleep. Corinne's heart began to pound in alarm What
in the world was wrong with her? Her body felt like lead, and she didn'twant to wake up. Her mind
turned that piece of information over and over in an attempt to make some sense of it. Corinne
concentrated on her hand, her fingers, each separate muscle. It was strange that she felt so disconnected
from her own body.
Lisa gasped and reached down, clutching Corinne's hand. "She moved her fingers, Cullen. I think she's
waking up. Rina, come on, girl, wake up," she encouraged.
Corinne heard the voice much more clearly as another layer of fog seemed to lift between her and the
world. She struggled to raise her lashes. Shewould open her eyes. She forced herself to concentrate
harder, bringing every ounce of her strong will to bear. It was odd, but she was certain something was
preventing her,commanding her to remain asleep. That made her all the more determined to wake up.
"That's it, Corinne, come on, you can do it. Are you feeling ill?" Lisa bent over her, shaking her
shoulders gently. "Please wake up, you're scaring me."
Corinne made a supreme effort, her lashes fluttering for several moments before she managed to raise
them. She found herself staring up at Lisa's anxious face. Corinne made herself smile when all she wanted
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to do was curl up in a ball and snuggle beneath the covers. "I was up all night, pumpkin. I'm just really
sleepy."
"You never sleep like this. I couldn't wake you up. You didn't take any sleeping pills or anything like
that, did you?"
"Of course not. I'm pregnant. I would never do that." Corinne's words were drowsy and difficult to
understand. Several times her lashes drifted down, and she turned on her side, curling deeper into the
pillows. "I'm just tired, Lisa."
"Rina!" Lisa commanded sharply. "Don't you dare go back to sleep, or I swear I'm taking you to a
hospital." There was real alarm in Lisa's voice.
Corinne sighed softly. "I'm awake, I promise. I'm awake."
"Did you see Dayan last night?" With great determination Lisa perched on the edge of the bed, retaining
possession of Corinne's hand. She wasn't certain she wanted Dayan anywhere around Corinne. Corinne
looked fragile, pale, more vulnerable than Lisa had ever seen her, even after John had died. Lisa wanted
to take Corinne and run home. She was suddenly very afraid of Dayan. He seemed to have some kind of
mystical power over Corinne; how else could her behavior be explained? Corinnenever was impressed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]