“Kiss me,” I whispered, my head in a daze.

Drake didn’t waste a second. He stepped into me, and pressing me against the door with his palms flat against the wood, caging me in, he kissed me. His lips were warm and soft and made of pure ecstasy. I melted into his kiss, parting my lips for him. His tongue sneaked in, teasing mine and ripping a moan from my throat.

He groaned, taking my lower lip between his teeth. “Delicious,” he whispered, before taking my mouth again. His hands slid down my waist, down to my thighs, leaving a trail of fire across my body, and all I could do was moan in his mouth.

He hooked his fingers under the hem of my dress and teased my skin. I gasped, sinking my nails into his shoulders. He groaned again, before splaying his big hands on the back of my thighs and tugging on them. My mind on a cloud of pure delight, I let him pull my legs up, and I was half conscious as I wrapped them around his waist. He thrust his hips against mine, rubbing his hard on against me. I moaned again.

His lips trailed down my jaw, and paused at my neck. His elaborated breathing was all I could hear as he thrust his hips into mine again. Helpless, I moaned once more.

“Hell, these little sounds …” He nicked at the tip of my ear, then slid his hands to my hips and pulled me up against him.

I let out a surprised yelp as he crossed the room and deposited me on a large dining table. Sliding his hot hands over my skin, he pushed my dress up until it bunched at my waist, revealing my lace panties.

I didn’t have time to be think as Drake pressed his hard on against my center, and I wished my panties would melt away. But then, he let out a hiss and hooked his fingers on the lacy top of my dress. He reached back and undid the buttons, then tugged it down, just enough to give him access to my cleavage.

Drake dipped his head and ran his tongue over the top arch of my breast. My lips parted, I wrapped my arms around his neck and arched my back. Right now, I would do anything he wanted.

He kept playing with his tongue, running it around my breast until, finally, he flicked my nipples. I bucked, wishing he was inside me. He closed his mouth around my breast, and I melted some more. By all that was sacred, how could it feel this good? Was he feeling what I was feeling? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

One of his hands snaked up, wrapping around my free breast. He pinched my hardened nipples and I bucked again. Pure heat and pleasure swam through me, and I wanted more, more, more.

Feeling bold and sexy, I slid my hands over his chest and found the hem of his shirt. While savoring each lap of his tongue and suck of his mouth, I explored his stomach and chest, always in awe of the many muscles under his warm skin.

He pushed his hips against me again—I shivered.

Biting my lower lip, I undid the button and zipper of his pants, and slipped my hand inside his pants. He hissed, his teeth gently closing around my nipples as I ran my hand over his massive hard on.

Loving the way he reacted to my touch, I moved my hand up and down, up and down, pushing hard against his shaft. Drake shivered, then he grabbed my wrists, and pulled my hands away.

Straightening, he looked at me. “Keep that up and I won’t last.”

He leaned into me and captured my mouth again. I surrendered to the kiss, melting into his arms, being sucked from reality, and loving every second of it. I tightened my legs around him and, with my feet, tugged him to me. He let out a small chuckle against my lips as he obliged and thrust his hips on mine, rubbing his hard on against my center. Breaking the kiss, I threw my head back. Drake’s lips found my neck and he switched between kissing and grazing his fangs at my delicate skin.

He grabbed hold of my shoulders and pushed me down, until my back was flat on the table. Then he knelt in front of me.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

Drake slipped off my panties with ease, then trailed small pecks from my ankle, up my knees, to the inside of my thigh. I tensed in anticipation, and my hands flew to his silky hair.

He licked my center, and with a loud gasp, my hips bucked and my back arched off the table.

“Hell, you taste so good,” he whispered, before flicking his tongue over my clit again.

Then he slipped a finger inside me. Then a second one. I slapped my hands on the table and curled my fingers around the edge, trying to hold on before I lost it. Before I melted away. Before the pleasure took over and I became a useless pile of pure bliss.

He pumped his fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand, hard and deep. He sucked on my clit, hard, and I was done for. Pleasure exploded inside me, sending me in a spiral of heat and bliss. With a low chuckle, Drake licked my center one more time, then stood straight. My mind was a beautiful haze, but I couldn’t stop looking at him, gawking at the handsome man before me. He was mine, all mine, for all eternity.

Grabbing my hips, Drake pushed inside me in one quick, fast thrust. I cried as he filled me. Damn, he was too much, too big, too hard, too … everything.

In a slow rhythm, pulling out and pushing back in in slow, long thrusts, Drake worked me up. The pressure built up again, but it was different this time. Deeper, more powerful.

“Hell,” Drake hissed. “This is too good.”

With swift movements, Drake pulled out his shirt, wrapped an arm under my back, and pulled me up, so I was seated up on the table, my breasts pressed tight against his bare chest. He leaned into me and captured my mouth, just as his movements sped and he pushed inside me fast, deep, and hard.

I gasped against his mouth and that only seemed to entice him more. Holding on to me, Drake pumped into my core, drawing out the hidden fire I had only known with him.

Breaking the skin, I stretched my neck. Instantly, his fangs elongated and he licked his lips.

“I know you want it,” I rasped.

He didn’t hesitate. Drake sank his teeth on my neck and drank my blood. Like magic, the desire inside me increased tenfold, and I couldn’t help but moan. Holding me tight, he groaned, as if he couldn’t get enough—of my blood and me.

A wave of pure heat rolled through me, and I sank my nails on Drake’s back, stilling for a moment, before the fire burst and I melted away in little quivers.

Drake groaned and pulled his head back. He returned his lips to mine. He kissed me hard and deep as he pushed into me hard once, twice, three times, then broke out in little trembles.

“Holy hell,” he whispered, leaning his heavy body over mine.

I know, I wanted to tell him, but my mouth couldn’t catch up with my dazed brain and numb body.

After a moment, Drake scooped me up and took me to our bed. He gently laid me down and stared at me, his green eyes full of desire.

“Someone looks ready for round two,” I teased.

He lay on top of me, pressing his hard body on mine. “This is our wedding night, my love. We need to break some sort of record.” I chuckled. But instead of going for it, Drake nestled his face on my neck and inhaled deeply. “I’m happy right here, like this.”

I wound my arms around his neck and held on tight. “Me too.”

He pulled back a little and stared at me. “I’m proud of us.”

We had come a long way, hadn’t we? All that we had gone through since we first met … I sometimes looked back and wondered how we did it. If I were to go back in time, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to accomplish the same. I wouldn’t have been strong enough. But then again, maybe I would. After all, I had Drake by my side and I was sure I could face anything, any hardship, as long as he held my hand.

I smiled at him. “Me too.”

Life was far from being perfect, and there were many issues with the supernaturals we still had to fix, but right now? Right now, everything was perfect.

And it would be perfect for as long as we lived.

Forever.