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enough to be called should there be need, but far enough to afford privacy .
The flames from the urn sputtered and went out as if a small breeze had moved through the chamber. A
wealth of healing aromas filled the cavern and drifted deep into Nicolae's lungs. He stretched, feeling the
tension in his body slowly begin to fade. There were still remnants of anger and fear at the thought of
what had been, what could have happened, but Vikirnoff had managed to calm the turbulent storm.
Nicolae began the complicated weaving of difficult safeguards at all entrances to the mountain and the
network of caves. He didn't want to find himself sharing their resting place with a vampire this night.
Deepening the resting place so that Destiny had even richer soil to welcome her, he floated down into the
arms of the earth.
At the next rising he intended to find a way to lock Destiny closer to him, find a way to force her
acceptance of a healing by the Prince's second-in-command. He could be as ruthless as the next hunter if
the situation called for it, and he believed this one would. Destiny was not likely to welcome Gregori, nor
would she thank Nicolae for summoning the healer.
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Nicolae gathered Destiny into his arms and waved his hand to command the earth to close over them.
The soil was warm, welcoming and soothing. He held her close, brushed the top of her head with his lips
and allowed his heart to cease beating.
Chapter Fifteen
She woke to the scent of flowers. She was no longer in the earth but lying on a bed with silken sheets.
She could feel the silk on her bare skin, already arousing her body as the silk rubbed against her with
every movement. Her hair was unbound and fell in a mass around her on the pillows. Destiny inhaled
deeply, drawing the fragrance of flowers and her lifemate's masculine scent into her lungs. A small smile
curved her mouth.
"Nicolae. You're here with me." She opened her eyes, turned her head to look at him. Drank in the hard
angles and planes of his face. The sensuality of his mouth. The beauty of his eyes.
"Where else would I be but with my lifemate?" He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze drifting
lovingly over her face like the touch of fingers. His voice was a caress, a velvet stroke that reached deep
within her and sent every nerve ending into overdrive.
With an effort, Destiny tore her eyes from his, her amazed stare moving around the chamber to take in
what he had done for her. There was no chance for the stench of evil to enter their hidden world. Roses
were everywhere. Climbing up the walls of the cavern. Forming an overhead canopy of flowers. Some
floated on the surface of the coolest pool. Others sprang up among the rocks. Roses of all colors with
soft, inviting petals and beautiful fragrance to please her.
Destiny's smile widened and she turned back to Nicolae. "You took Velda and Inez seriously, didn't
you? Should I expect chocolate and the interesting things that can be done with it?"
His fingertip traced her soft skin from her throat, down the valley between her breasts, to her flat
stomach. The small caress sent a curling heat spiraling through her body. "I was very afraid to ask Inez
for the details of what exactly to do with the chocolate, so I skipped that part. I liked their idea of
flowers, though."
There was a note in his voice that turned her heart over. "I like it too." She was very much aware of lying
naked on the bed, her body soft and open to his inspection. A part of her wanted to cover up, feeling
suddenly shy, but there was another, much stronger side that whispered of seduction. That reveled in the
way his eyes were dark and hungry as his gaze moved possessively over her. She loved to see his body,
so hard and aggressive, reacting to the sight of her. And she loved knowing that he liked what he saw.
Nicolae picked up her arm and turned it over as if inspecting the thin white scars marring her skin. The
scars shouldn't have been there after her body had been repaired by Carpathian blood, but she had been
converted by a vampire and those scars would remain for all time. Her heart accelerated in reaction. He
bent his dark head and placed his lips gently against the scars, feathering kisses along her sensitive inner
arm and wrist.
Destiny felt her stomach somersault in reaction. His lips traveled to her fingers, drawing first one, than
another into the searing heat of his mouth. Her mouth went dry. His gaze suddenly locked with hers and
she caught a glimpse of the flames burning in his belly, tightening his groin, hardening every muscle in his
body. At once she caught fire, her own body restless and hot and needy. Without meaning to, she moved
her hips against the silken sheets, her legs shifting in invitation.
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It was shocking to her that she could catch fire so quickly, need him so much, want him in every way. A
part of her would always hesitate, remain linked to her violent past, but looking into his eyes, Destiny was
willing to be lost in him. In his fantasies. In his possession. She was willing to trust him with her body
because she could feel the depth of his love.
He bent his head to hers. His hair caressed her skin with thousands of silky strands. Tiny flames seemed
to leap over her skin. Electricity arced and sizzled between them. His mouth found hers. Hot. Hard.
Totally possessive. While his hands were gentle and his movement slow and leisurely, his mouth was
wildly possessive. Taking hers. Devouring hungrily. Feeding on her as if he would never get enough.
His kiss ignited a like storm of need and urgency in her. Her temperature rose several degrees. Her
mouth took his just as hungrily, matching him kiss for kiss. She arched into him, her breasts thrusting
upward invitingly. She felt tight and swollen and ached desperately for his touch.
His hand found her throat, slid lower to capture her breast. A soft sound of contentment escaped her;
the sensations were so strong, so right. Her hips lifted in blatant invitation. He raised his head to look at
her. "Have I told you that I love you?" he asked softly in his beautiful voice. The one that always melted
her insides.
She went boneless. Helpless under his spell of enchantment. "If you haven't, you've certainly shown me."
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