"Please," I whisper. "I need you inside me."
"Not yet." He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. "I'm not done learning."
"Maximus..."
"Patience." His breath is warm against my core. "We have eternity, remember?"
His mouth finds me again, but this time it's different. Slower. More thorough. He explores every fold, every nerve ending, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan and what makes me cry out his name like a prayer.
I lose track of time. Lose track of everything except his mouth, his hands, the constant pulse of the bond between us. He brings me to the edge over and over, backing off each time, drawing out the pleasure until I'm begging.
"Please, I need, Maximus, please..."
Finally, finally, he rises over me. I feel his arousal against my thigh, hard and ready, and I reach for him, guiding him to where I need him most.
He pushes in slowly. Inch by inch, letting me feel every bit of him, watching my face as he fills me completely.
"Look at me," he says.
I meet his gaze.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I know." He starts to move, slow and deep. "I feel it."
We move together like we've been doing this for centuries instead of days. His thrusts are measured, deliberate, hitting places inside me that make stars explode behind my eyes. I wrapmy legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans against my throat.
"I want to taste you," I say. "While you're inside me."
His rhythm falters. His desire surges at the request. I feel it slam into me, primal, undeniably vampire.
"Are you sure?"
"I want everything."
He tilts his neck, offering, and the scent of his blood, rich, ancient, powerful, makes my fangs ache. I strike without hesitation, sinking into his vein, and the taste of him floods my senses.
Pleasure floods through me, so intense it borders on pain. Him buried deep inside me, his blood on my tongue, the bond singing between us. I feel his satisfaction at the connection, feel us strengthening with every pull.
"My turn," he groans.
I release his throat and bare my neck to him. He doesn't hesitate. His mouth finds the curve of my neck, tongue tracing the vein that pulses beneath my skin. And then...
The bite.
His fangs in my throat while he's still inside me. I feel my blood flowing into him, feel his satisfaction at the taste, the connection between us deepening with every pull.
Everything intensifies.
We're drinking from each other while moving together, no barriers left between us. His pleasure is mine. My pleasure is his. Our heartbeats pound in perfect unison, racing toward something that feels like it might shatter us both.
I glance down at our chests, pressed together. The bond marks are glowing again. That soft crimson luminescence. His crescent against mine, the two halves forming one perfect glowing moon.
He thrusts deeper, harder, and I feel his control slipping. Hisdesperation bleeds into me, the need to claim, to possess, to mark me as his in every way possible.
"Yours," I gasp against his throat, releasing my bite. "I'm yours."
"Mine," he growls. "And I'm yours. Forever."
