Chapter 9The desperation in Priel’s voice triggered something so deep and primal in Ull, he drew their bodies impossibly closer together and kissed his angel. He poured all of the desire, need, want, and love he felt for Priel into the kiss.
“I love you, I want you.” Ull’s voice was barely more than a hoarse rasp of sound.
“I love you, I want you to take me and make me yours. Bind us, Ull, make us one.”
“I will, my love.” Ull reluctantly left Priel’s side, but there was no way he would make love with his angel unless Priel was thoroughly prepared. He headed to an ornately inscribed box and opened it, withdrawing a glass flask.
He brought it back to the bed and carefully settled it between two cushions even though its lid was securely fastened. “I had this especially made for this day.
