With one hand, I reach between my legs, feeling my own arousal. And though my clit still aches, I begin to touch it, circling it slowly.
Then one of Severin’s hands is on the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper, to suck him faster. His fingers tangle in my hair.
I moan around his cock. He gets harder in my mouth.
One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the other teasing my clit with a featherlight touch, I take his whole length into my mouth, feeling him at the back of my throat. It makes my eyes water, makes my clit throb with another rising tide.
Faster.Faster.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and my legs begin to shake. My clit resists my touch, already spent, but I don’t stop. Icontinue circling it, moaning now, savoring the salty flavor leaking onto my tongue.
Severin’s body goes rigid, his breath catching. At the same time, my belly tightens. I take his whole cock in my mouth and thrust two fingers into my cunt.
And we cum together. His load fills my mouth as my pussy squeezes down on my fingers. He groans with every rope of release. It’s slick on my tongue, and there’s so much that it drips from the corners of my mouth as I continue to suck him, slower now, coaxing him through it until he’s given me every last drop.
His fingers loosen, his hand falling from my hair and landing on the couch with an exhaustedthump. I pull my fingers from my pussy, fully spent now, my muscles throbbing.
My hands and legs shake as I kneel there on the floor, still trying to catch my breath. Reaching up, I touch the fresh bite mark, and my fingers come away slick with red.
“Maeve.” His voice is low, weighed down with the sleepiness of release.
I climb onto the couch and settle myself in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. We’re both slick with cum and sweat, our bodies trembling together.
And the bond.
It’s stronger, steadier, anchored inside me. And I know that it’s not going anywhere. It’s ours now. For good. For as long as our hearts still beat.
Severin pushes my hair back from my throat, then draws me in. I wince as he swipes his tongue across the bite marks, closing the wound, then licks the remaining blood from my skin.
When he’s done, he slips his arms around me and pulls me in, cradling me against his chest. His heart beats hard, perfectly in rhythm with my own. And for a moment, we simply remain there, hearts beating together, trying to catch our breath.
More clearly than ever, I feel Severin through the bond. I feel him in my blood. And what was once a feeling of hunger and unquenchable thirst is perfectly satisfied.
His voice a gentle rumble, Severin says, “Are you all right?”
My lips lift in a sleepy smile as I sit up. “I’m wonderful.”
His forehead furrows with gentle concern. “You... don’t regret it?”
I shake my head slowly, then reach out to brush one thumb beneath Severin’s eye. The dark circle is already softening, lightening, as if he’s a withered flower slowly coming back to life. “No. I will never regret you.”
His chest rises and falls with a comforted breath.
Slowly, Severin leans forward and takes my lips with his. They taste of my blood, coppery and sharp, with a hint of red wine beneath.
“How about a bath?” he asks.
“A bath sounds perfect.”
Severin slips his arms around me, and I let out a small surprised breath as he lifts me easily from the couch. He carries me out of the sitting room and into the small washroom beside the kitchen, where a clawfoot tub sits polished and waiting.
“Could you . . . ?” He nods to the tub.
He puts me down, holding me steady as I find my footing on trembling legs, the floor cool beneath my bare feet. And with Severin at my back, I call on my magic, using it to pull water from the air, starting to fill the tub.
“You are magnificent,” he whispers against my back, his breath tickling the nape of my neck, his fingers tracing the dips of my waist.
I let out a small laugh. “I know.”
