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He hesitated, then slid one arm around her waist. “Very well. Let us face the Craving together, and you will see you need not fear, for we are here to sate each other.”
His gaze darkened as his pupils expanded, and the silken shadow of his power descended over her thoughts. Her legs felt unsteady, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand slid under hair and massaged her nape, while his other hand supported her back, pressing her closer to him.
His magic entered deeper than ever before, past the point he had touched her the night they had first made love, surrounding her more completely than in their passion.
She gasped, and scents flooded her nose, powerful and strange. They were so vivid, it took her a moment to recognize them. Moonflowers and cassia, blood and roses. A dual throbbing filled her ears, her head, her body. Their heartbeats.
“Is this what you can smell and hear all the time?” she wondered.
“This is a mere glimpse. There is so much more.”
The colors of his windows gleamed around her, as bright as day but far deeper and richer. The aurorae in the night sky were more breathtaking than any rainbow after a storm. The moons outshone the sun. Lio’s eyes glittered at her like light through the depths of the sea.
As his magic waxed in her mind, his desire became more evident between their bodies. Her krana tightened painfully in answer.
She moaned in sympathy, rubbing against him. “Are only three nights enough to cause you pain?”
“The first night or two are manageable. The third night is…difficult.”
“This”—she gasped—“is ‘difficult’?”
“By the fourth night, it becomes excruciating. Beyond that, unbearable.”
“I can’t bear it now. Lio, I need you. I have to have you.”
His hand tightened into a fist at her back. “That night at Rose House, when you could not wait a moment longer for us to feast…you asked me what came over you. I can explain it to you properly now.”
Sensation blazed to life under her skin, and she cried out, buckling in his arms. She ached as before a long-awaited tryst and burned as after a tryst interrupted. Her tongue felt as dry as if she had not tasted water in a fortnight.
She gave up on trying to find words and showed him instead, covering his mouth with hers. Oh, yes, at last, a taste of him. She devoured his mouth. So good. But not enough. She wrapped her trembling legs around him.
A quiet laugh rumbled out of his chest, rolling like thunder in her sensitive ears. He kissed her hard, biting a little. She tasted something hot and new on her tongue. The flavor raced through her senses and her body, and she rocked her hips against him, eager for more. Was this what blood really tasted like?
She wasn’t sure how, but suddenly they were on the blanket. He lay down on his back and let her straddle him. Yes, at last, she could get to him. His rhabdos awaited, standing tall and ready. She whimpered at the answering tremor inside her krana. This must be what she needed. This must ease the pain.
She came down hard on his rhabdos, filling herself up with him. She let out a moan of pure revelry. He was so good. She propped her hands on his chest and rose up on the balls of her feet, arching her spine and letting her head fall back. Nothing and no one could fulfill her like this.
His answer came in her mind, filling her up under her skin like a second thrust. He was hers for the taking. He knew what she needed. He could sate her.
She rode him fast and hard, wild with need. Her body moved with uncontrollable abandon. She was almost there. So close to curing her hunger.
His hands released their grip on her hips and slid over her skin. She shuddered at the vivid sensation of his warm fingers trailing across her hips, then her lower belly. His thumbs slid through her curls and pressed into the top of her krana. When he touched her kalux, she let out an exultant cry. He massaged her in time to her rhythm. She gripped him tighter inside her, rocking into his caresses as he fed her pleasure. His jeweled gaze held hers, and his fangs flashed white at her.
Her climax flooded through her, filling her with him until she could hold no more, and she came apart. She bucked on him, clutching at him, groaning at the flavor of him in her thoughts, where he made a meal off her pleasure with her.
Although her body still trembled with the last throes of her climax, she tried to speak. “It’s not enough. I need more. How can it not be enough? What it is that I need, Lio?”
“You need me. The way I need you.” Without parting their bodies, he rolled them over, putting her beneath him on her back. He thrust his rhabdos more securely inside her.
“Oh, yes, Lio, give us what we need.” She splayed her legs for him, scrambling to find purchase on their blanket as she thrashed under him, reaching for more.
He penetrated her with one, two, three hard thrusts before he lowered his head and sank his fangs into her throat. She felt her blood rush warm out of her and into his mouth. Sweet, hot pleasure coursed through her veins and pooled in her krana, even as his rhabdos thickened inside her and his presence in her mind weighed upon her like a whole night of strong wine. Words deserted her, her eyes slid shut, and she lay beneath him, drinking down the feast of magic and sensation he wrought inside her.
His climax buried him deep in her and flooded her with his warmth. Waves of pleasure overtook her from her kalux to the depths of her womb, while an even greater euphoria consumed her mind and heart. He was there, closer than he had ever been, to share it with her.
He stilled upon her, still powerful to her enhanced senses. She stroked his body, gazing above them until the brilliant colors faded to velvet shadows again. She caught her breath as the smells around her faded. She suddenly felt she had cloth in her ears. But as he lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes still glowed at her with their own reflection of the aurorae.
He propped his head on his fist, relaxing over her, and grinned. His energy echoed through her, banishing the blanket of mortal sleep that threatened to claim her. “This is what it is like to feast. Do we not feel ready to take on the world?”
