His name was branded onto her soul. She’d left psychic breadcrumbs across the world, drawing him to America. He’d trailed her essence and it had led them to this moment. It had taken two years for him to find her. Two years of waiting. She’d come to terms with her past and given up running from the man she loved. She was ready to embrace him. She knew he was controlling the elements as the waves continued to crash onto the shore. The oppressive heat clung to her skin, slicking her body with a sheen of perspiration. Some people experienced soft, gentle love—one of companionship and friendship. Her love for Kyrian burned like fire in her gut. Its dominance overrode her senses, its intensity threatened to consume her. Yet still she craved him. Needed him. For years she’d been hollow. Devoid. Empty. Now her body sparked to life and her soul sang in anticipation. “Hello, Allegra.” Her palms flexed on the glass. His voice wrapped sensuously around her, caressing her. Despite her fear, despite the centuries between them, her pussy moistened with need.
