For the first time in one thousand years, vampire Salazar tastes freedom. His mate, the only being made specifically for him is near. Salazar tracks her down and can’t control the need to claim her for his own. But can Salazar convince Melanie that she’s his true mate and to bond with him forever? —————————- Excerpt ( contains explicit content!) —————————- He tugged on her hard nipples with relentless pulls between his forefinger and thumb, while his hot palms seared her breasts. So good. Her breaths came in pants now and she had to fight not to spread her legs a little wider. Suddenly, the thought of sex with a strange man—a man wearing trews—wasn’t so bad. Her panties were getting uncomfortably damp and her hips started a little rocking rhythm that he answered with his own. “Tarasanna yu’lem mara weefa.” “What?” she breathed. His hands slid under her skirt and cupped her rounded bottom until her cheeks grew warm and tender. “Need to…fill you…mine seed.” His hand crawled forward and cupped her sex. They both cried out. He started speaking again, faster, encouraging words that she didn’t understand. Hell, she was still reeling from his last comment. He wanted to come inside her. No matter what language he spoke, apparently that line was translatable. Then his fingers slipped past her thong.