“Little witch. You know I loved it.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered, then lifted until she was seated on top of his erection. Diamonique rode him with slow, gentle movements. Ever so often Cain licked the burn marks on her chest and torso. Together, as if one entity, they came apart. Joy flooded Diamonique’s body at the beauty of it.
Their loving was more about seeking each other’s souls than sexual pleasure. It was as if they were starting fresh. A clean slate. In that moment, Diamonique was filled with relief that she’d chosen love and forgiveness over bitterness and anger.
Suddenly, Cain flipped her over and caged her in, his muscled strength creating a protective embrace. “My diamond,” he growled. “You are home.”
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek, then murmured, “Yes. I am.”
“I was dead without you. I would have ended up a shell like Rafael.”
She kissed him, hating the pain in his voice. “No, never like him. He was evil, Cain, his soul black. Yours isn’t. Just a little gray.”
He smirked. “Gray?”
She shrugged. “Well you aren’t lily white, that’s for certain.”
Suddenly he sobered. “I don’t deserve you. I never did.”
“Don’t, Cain. Neither of us is perfect.”
“You are. You’re my flawless gem.”
She adamantly shook her head. “No. I’m as tarnished as the next vampire. You just choose not to see it.”
“It matters little. I’m just glad you’re giving me another chance. I will spend eternity proving it was a wise decision.”
“She nodded, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. “Eternity together is a lovely thought, Cain.”
“Yes, eternity together,” he murmured. “As it should be, my love.”