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Guided in by her wetness, his cock spread her lips wide as he entered her with tender care. Elarian’s breath quivered as he hugged her close, wishing to linger forever in this moment. One hand rested over the top of her lacerated flesh, warm blood slowly slipping through his fingers. He gently thrust himself in and out, letting each golden bar through his shaft tease her entrance until she moaned for more.

“Elarian,” he whispered against the shell of her ear as he buried himself inside her.

She could only summon a gasp in reply. Shadows wound themselves over her eyes, obscuring her vision. Bound and bleeding…Gods, how many times had Lucan imagined the sight before? How many times had it involved his cock buried deep in her sweet, tight cunt?

Wrapping one hand around her throat, Lucan wrenched her head back. She hummed as she bucked against his hips, riding a wave of pleasure.

“You need to heal,” he said in a low growl.

“I-I am f-fi—fffuuuck,” she groaned.

A thick tendril of shadows forced itself into her cunt, stretching her wider. Pressure growing from her fluttering walls and the shadows—now beyond his control—Lucan quickened his pace on instinct. Stomach clenching, he bit back a howl as he forced himself to still. Cock throbbing deep in Elarian’s wetness, he brought his free wrist to his mouth and bit down until warmth flooded his senses.

Rot covered with cloying sweetness.

The taste of vampiric blood had always sickened Lucan.

But tonight, as he fucked Elarian while shadows bound her close, he only thought of the relief she would feel the moment his blood touched her lips. Urged on by the revelation, Lucan lifted his bloodied wrist to Elarian’s lips.

“Drink,” he said quietly, the word a gentle request rather than the harsh demands he had always given her before.

Elarian hesitated for only a breath before parting her mouth. He half-expected a challenge, some biting remark, or a reminder that she still dreamt of killing him. But she merely placed her lips with tender care upon his wrist, then began to suck at the two punctures lazily flowing with blackened blood.

His world turned white.

Vaguely, Lucan felt himself thrusting faster and deeper as Elarian drank from his wrist. His body tingled, every cell set alight with radiant fire. Gods, this was more than sex, more than feeding, more than any amount of pleasure Lucan had felt in his long, unending years of cursed undeath. Heat bloomed deep in his chest, scorching through his limbs until he felt alive again.

“Mmph, gods, fuck,” Elarian sobbed as she pulled away for a moment, only to greedily return to Lucan’s wrist like a starving dog.

“Take it all, mi’saen,” Lucan mumbled without thought.

His pulse was sluggish now, body straining against Elarian’s grip on his wrist. Tighter than the iron shackles that had bound her for days to his chambers, she held him close while bucking wildly against his cock. At last she pulled away, gasping for air. The flesh at her side began to knit itself closed beneath Lucan’s hand.

“Please, gods, please!” Elarian cried out. She tensed in his arms, body taut with bliss.

Lucan pulled himself out until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. She groaned as his fingers wrapped tightly around her hip bones.

“What do you want, Elarian?”

A deep, punishing thrust followed.

“I—ah! Gods, I want—fuck, Lucan, I want to come.”

She stopped, breathless as he thrust into her again, pulling a scream from her throat now firmly in his grasp. The vibration of her screams against his hand only made him fuck her faster.

“And after that?” he growled, fingers tightening around her hip and throat.

“Whatever you ask of me,” she whimpered.

Her words loosened the last of Lucan’s control. Squeezing so hard he was sure she would break, Lucan slammed himself one last time into Elarian’s quivering cunt, taking him deep as an inferno blazed through his thoughts.

Whimpering once, Lucan sank his fangs into the waiting flesh below just as his orgasm exploded across his mind.

Nothingness.

Black nothingness enveloped him, leaving him with only the white-hot sensation of pleasure melting through his bones. Warmth filled his mouth, blood sweeter than honey.

Slowly, Lucan emerged from his reverie. His eyes opened, moon-pale skin swimming into view. He loosened his jaw and pulled away from Elarian’s neck. Silvery crimson blood slowly coursed down her neck, tracing the fullness of her breast before dripping to the silk sheets below. A delirious smile stretched her face wide, eyes half-lidded, but unable to focus on anything. The shadows had dissipated, leaving her with redness and tender bruises where his love had marked her.