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He lay still beneath her, throbbing where she gripped him inside her. Oh my Goddess. You’re divine.
Her incandescent gaze fixed on the rose thorn a finger’s breadth from his jugular. He could see her fighting for focus amid her delirium. Her Will flared through their Union and echoed in the Lustra magic growing through their tower. Release him.
The flowers slid away to tangle in a wild arbor around their bed.
The light of her eyes winked out for an instant as she blinked hard. This will be your first feast. You’ve never made love with anyone’s fangs in you.
A smile came to his face. You’ve always been my first and only.
She brushed her fingers down his neck. Are you ready? Do you want my bite?
He would never forget those words or how she looked in this moment. His hands tightened on her hips, and he didn’t dare move inside her. I’ve wanted this since…the night we met. No…for my whole immortal existence.
I want it to be everything you imagined.
It already is, he said, as he watched her lower her newborn fangs to his throat.
She positioned her lips in the place he had shown her when they had longingly practiced for this in bed. Her careful approach reminded him of the first time he had bitten her…of their tentative touches on the floor of their shrine when they had first made love… Oh Goddess, her fangs were so close. If she made him wait another instant, he would lose his head.
She closed her fingers around her Grace braid encircling his neck. At last, her canines pricked him. Her fangs sank tenderly through his skin, into his flesh. The lower pair anchored her, while her top canines sought his vein. She caressed his face, her touch reverent.
He dragged his hands down her back and felt her muscles straining for control. I want you to lose control.
As if his words set her free, she pulled her head back. Then her fangs came down, and she clamped onto him. Flecks of crimson spattered onto the white petals of the moonflowers by his head.
The blood surged from his vein. The magic of his deepest soul released. His shout echoed around them, his back arching, as his climax tapped him and spilled him inside her. Better than channeling. Better than anything.
Now, at last. She feasted on his blood and body and magic. He was her everything.
There came a wrenching sensation in his chest that knocked the breath from his lungs, even as power and pleasure kept pounding through him. As if his own body were changing somehow. He gave himself over to the ecstatic pain.
When he surfaced, his body spent and yet exhilarated, it seemed mere moments or a century might have gone by. She still gripped him between her thighs, suckling his vein as if she would never get enough. The wet strokes of her tongue and the tight pressure of her mouth sent new lust pulsing through him.
They throbbed together in a single rhythm, he realized. Their hearts were beating in unison.
Her bite had changed him. And now there was a fully Hesperine heart beating in her chest, with the power to see the rest of her body through the transformation.
He let his head fall back as she began the next course of her feast. Tears coursed down his face. This was what it felt like. They had survived for him to find out.
The worst was over. They had won.
RENEWAL
Once would never be enough. She had to make him climax again.
Cassia pulled back to lick an escaping trail of blood from his throat, greedy for every drop that held the lingering flavor of his release. Then she covered his bleeding vein with her mouth once more.
She had the power to make him come apart again and again. Strength was spreading outward from her heart, driving back the weakness in her limbs. Lio’s blood pumped into the void inside her, flowing along every carved-out arcane path to soothe and fill her.
There had once been a world beyond this. Hadn’t there? She didn’t remember it. Nothing divided her attention from him, not even breathing, for her lungs no longer demanded air. She was immersed in a sea of blood and emotion and sensation, and she never needed to surface again. Their Union was her world.
She slid her hand lightly over his nipple, fascinated with the twin sensations of his skin against her palm and the flare of his desire in their Union.
You feel my response, then I feel your vicarious pleasure. His mind-voice was as rich as his blood. It cycles between us until it’s too much for us to hold.
She shifted on him and felt him already hardening inside her again. Suckling his vein, she swiveled her hips, coaxing his erection. Soon he was so thick and hard that she had to withdraw, then sink down on him again to reseat herself. As she covered him to the base of his shaft, his response felt like an erotic groan in their Union, and she groaned aloud.
Neither of us needs time to recover. His tone was a wicked tease in her thoughts. I no longer have to worry about tiring you, and I intend to enjoy it.
