Dark Memory – Dark Carpathians Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 141492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
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Once again, her fingers brushed him, this time in his hair, sending flames flickering through his scalp, her touch sinking deep into his skull and making its way into his bloodstream. She was so honest with him, trying to connect. He saw the determination in her mind to meet at least halfway for him. She was courageous, his woman.

I assure you, the lifemate thing is very real. Can you not feel the pull between us? He kissed her chin. Waited for her answer.

Yes.

Did you think of me when I was away from you? Did you worry for my safety?

For the first time, she hesitated and looked down. He cupped her chin very gently, forcing her head back up. That is what happens between lifemates. It becomes more and more difficult for us to be apart. It isn’t something to be ashamed of. It is natural.

I have always been independent.

He could see the confusion in her eyes. He kissed first one dark eyebrow and then the other. Do you think me less independent than you? I am a hunter of the vampire. I have been all over the world, yet I dreamt of my lifemate. I woke early, before sunset, on my journey here to claim you, restless and concerned for you, disturbed that we were apart and I hadn’t seen or claimed you yet.

She frowned as she absorbed the information he gave her, but then she gave a little shake of her head. That’s true, but it isn’t at the same time. You have a way of shutting down your emotions. You can stop yourself from feeling. I can’t do that.

He stroked a caress over her hair and then down her throat and shoulder, needing to touch her. You do, Safia. When you work, you are completely absorbed in what you are doing, and you block out emotion.

I do?

He found himself enamored with her frown. Yes, you do.

He leaned into her again, unable to stop himself. Very gently, he cradled the back of her head in his palm. It fit so perfectly, as if she’d been made just for him. He lowered his head, shaping his lips to her frown, tracing the lower one with his tongue and then the upper one, that full tempting bow. The lightest of pressure, barely tasting her, yet the flavor of her filled him. Her lips were so soft. Very sweet. So his.

He felt the warmth of her breath like sunshine. Like moonlight. He took his time. One breath after another. Savoring each moment, feeling the loss of years, of separation, knowing the true miracle he held in his arms. Each kiss, as gentle as he kept it, was more sensual than the last, sending flickering blue flames throughout his body. Branding him with her. There was no getting her out of him. Not her scent. Not her taste. Not the courage or soul of her. That wasn’t enough. He wanted her heart to belong to him.

A small moan escaped her, the sound resonating through his entire body. He tugged gently at her lower lip with his teeth and then kissed his way to her dimple. He claimed that as well, spending a moment lavishing attention with his tongue before moving on to her chin and then down to her throat.

Deliberately, he dragged the bristles on his jaw gently along her skin, bringing alive nerve endings, keeping her acutely aware of him. He kissed his way down the fragile line of her throat to her vulnerable neck and the pulse throbbing out of control there. Wild—for him. He ached for her. Hungered.

I heard that.

He did hunger for her. His hands soothed her while his strong teeth nipped and teased over her pulse, making her gasp. He scraped back and forth.

I could spend hours devouring you. I am already addicted to your taste. He paused for a moment, barely lifting his head. Letting her feel the heat of his breath against her skin. Against her pulse. Do you remember what I taste like?

His voice, even in her mind, was a temptation to sin. To remember the erotic taste of him. The one that was meant only for her.

Safia’s bottom ground down on his hard cock while her legs shifted restlessly, and another helpless moan escaped her throat. She seemed boneless, her head tilting back against his shoulder and her body leaning into the support of his arm.

Yes, she whispered.

He took great pleasure in using his hands to slide the straps of her bathing suit from her shoulders. His knuckles were rough against the smooth satin of her skin. She inhaled raggedly but didn’t protest when he dragged the suit from her breasts, letting it fall to her waist, revealing the rounded globes with the dusky nipples rising and falling in rhythm to her breathing.

So incredibly beautiful.


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