Carter's POV

I can't believe what is happening, what I'm thinking—but here we are. One moment Gregory and I are inches apart, talking about soul mates, next thing you know I'm reopening my wound. Gregory holding me still with one hand and with the second holding my Bloody hand while he sucks it. I was crazy, undeniably and utterly crazy. Who did I think I was? But deep down I knew it needed to happen, maybe it was a higher force or soulmate instincts but whatever it was worked, it gave me the knowledge to save Gregory.

My inner voice was rambling to itself. Mad and confused. Defiantly turned out. Between his tight grip, his body pressed up against mine, completely devouring my small frame, and the sucking of my skin....I was throbbing. Was my Inner voice happy? Yes, happy. It was happy to see Gregory drink my blood, to know I am his cure.

Me. I'm fucking ecstatic to know that the connection we have is strong and real. We were special to one another, the bond we have can't be broken or replaced. I know I sound possessive and crazy, but I don't care. I am his cure—and that's something no one else will ever be.

He pulls away, one singular drop of blood was slowly making its way down his chin.

"Carter" his husky voice snaps me back to reality, finally aware of how tightly I was trying to keep my composure.

"Hmm" I can't even speak. I'm actually fucking speechless.

Gregory takes his one hand and moves it to my inner thigh, rubbing it with his thumb while squeezing with the remaining fingers

"I just want to bend you over and take you" he tells me, his hot breath in my neck. "I know you want me too. I can smell it" he tells me as he moves to the waste of my pants and with one swift movement he's playing with my underwear lace "I can smell how excited you are love"

His words, his presence, his voice—him on general—made me want to melt into his arms and let me throw me around. Let him take control. What the actual fuck. Yes, I've wanted him in ways I couldn't explain but now, after the recent blood sucking events, I knew we weren't going to be able to control ourselves anymore.

He moved to my inner neck and started kissing me, gently, something I wasn't sure if he was capable of. He sucked my skin, I could feel skin underneath starting to bruise. He snakes his fingers under my panties, finally making contact to my skin and sending goosebumps through my whole body. I've never been this excited—sexually and emotionally— his skin turned cold again and the difference in our body temperature made me begin to pulse.

Slowly, so fucking god damn slow, he moved his Lanky fingers to my slit, pausing at the entrance. I was shaking, I didn't even know what to say. My usual smart ass self was speechless. He was dominating me in a way I never had before—never knew I needed or wanted. From his strong hands, cold touch, his deep raspy voice and blunt attitude.

I was infatuated. Addicted. Memorized. In a trace. Whipped.

In fucking love

I could feel him smirking against my skin, his lips pulling into that challenging grin I've seen in my dreams and yearned to see everytime I laid my eyes on him

"Finally" he began as he licked my neck, in one long motion, sending a chill down my spine but being tapped by his tight grip "ever since I saw you in that graveyard I haven't seen able to get you out of my mind. Your under my skin, showing up in my dreams but disappearing once my eyes open" he continues to speak as he pushes his finger inside of me, earning a gasp from me

Oh my lord

He lets out a small low laugh "I knew you wanted me" he brags as he sticks another finger in. He continues an amazing motion inside of me as he lets go in my neck and grabs my face.

"Look at me" he demands and of course I follow. He kisses me instantly, we melt into one another, our lips connecting together as missing puzzle pieces.

My dreams literally came true