And I feel the split second that we cross the threshold.
The bond between us surges, no longer a trembling thread, but a wild current, coursing with bright, undeniable energy, like the sunrise cresting over the horizon. It rushes through me, through her, tingling everywhere that our bodies touch, until I can no longer tell where she ends and I begin.
I can feel her more strongly now than ever before. Her pleasure, the heat coiling low in her belly, the overwhelming emotions waiting to pour out of her.
This is no longer just feeding. It’s so much more sacred than that.
My fangs remain buried in her throat as the realization settles over me.
This is it. There’s no undoing this, no turning back and choosing another path. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because Maeve chose this. She choseme.
And something inside me responds in kind—deep and instinctual and so raw it hurts.
She’s mine now. And I’m eternally hers.
Chapter 64
Maeve
THERE’S NO DISTANCE BETWEEN US now—not in mind, body, or blood.
Flames lick through my veins, set me alight from within. The bond between us feels like an uncontrollable storm, a chorus of thunder and lightning and pouring rain.
A cry rises in my throat. I feeleverything—Severin’s fingers circling my clit, his length buried inside me, his fangs sunk to the gums in my neck, siphoning away my blood. I feel his own pleasure, the insatiable thirst that’s finally,finallybeing quenched. It’s all too much, and yet not enough.
“Severin,” I whisper, my fingernails finding his bare back, digging in, seeking purchase. “Please...”
It’s a whimper more than a word.
He starts to fuck me with vigor, driving himself into me harder, faster. His jaws tighten around my throat while his fingers rub and twist and tease my clit, making my legs shake, making me want to rage and cry at the same time as he guides me closer to the eye of the storm.
And he iseverywhere: In the heat burning my skin. In the rhythm of my staggered breath. In the heartbeat racing inside my chest.
Another brush of his fingertips over my clit. Another thrust of his length inside me. My breath catches. My pussy squeezes tight.
But he doesn’t let me finish.
His fangs release their hold, leaving me gasping for breath. He pulls himself out of me, cock slick with my cum, and I feel empty without him.
Then his head is between my thighs, his mouth at my cunt. His eyes—already turning a beautiful, brilliant shade of red—meet mine as he slides two fingers inside me, giving me a light stretch, then starts to lick, lapping at me, making me dig my fingers into the couch cushion as my head spins. His tongue swirls around my clit, his fingers curling inside me. I feel blood creeping down my neck, still dripping from his bite.
I spread my knees, then reach down, using my hand to press his mouth more firmly into my heat. My hips lift, begging for more. And against me, he lets out a low rumble of a laugh, seeming to revel in my desperation.
Gently, his lips close around my aching clit, and he sucks, drawing it into his mouth, each pulse making brilliant colors burst to life behind my closed eyelids.
My back arches. My mouth opens with a soundless moan. I feel like I might start sobbing.
And finally, the orgasm crashes through me. I curl my fingers into his long dark hair, bucking my hips up, pressing my cunt into his mouth. He devours me, licking and sucking and fingering me as my pussy squeezes and my body flinches with each delicious pulse of pleasure.
And inside, I feel him. His trembling need, his valiant attempts to hold himself back. And I want to taste him, to consume him. I need it like air, like water.
I press myself up on the couch, body still aching with pleasure. Then I ease off the cushions, sinking to my knees on the floor, and Severin sits up, stroking himself, looking down on me with those crimson eyes as I take my place between his legs.
His cock is hard and flushed red, a single bead of precum leaking from his tip. I lap it up with my tongue, then close my lips over his head and suck.
He groans, falling back against the cushions, surrendering to my touch.
As I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasting myself on him, I feel moisture leaking down my thighs, dripping from me, just like blood still drips down my neck.
