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He was right. She wasn’t tired. She had more energy than when they had begun. She realized what they both wanted now. She could bite the other side of his neck. Another vein to give her more blood. A part of him she hadn’t tasted yet.
But she mustn’t leave his precious blood flowing out on this side. She began to lap at his vein.
He sighed. You take such good care of me, my Grace.
Why isn’t my tongue healing you?
Don’t be distressed. He stroked her back again. We’re still healing you. Your body needs all that power for yourself. Let my own Gift see to me for now. His amusement warmed their Union. But for your bite to close, you have to pull your fangs out of me first.
Oh. Her face heated. She still had her canines in his neck. The pressure felt so good.
His smile felt like the soft gleam of spell light. Even with my blood in your veins, I can still make you blush.
Her flush deepened.
This is your Renewal, he said, when you require more blood so you can continue to heal and transform. Your body knows what you need. Don’t be embarrassed if you lose control.
But right now, she needed control if she was to enjoy his other vein.
He cupped her face in his hand. Take a breath. Your first Hesperine breath.
His suggestion awoke some new instinct, and she flared her nostrils, drawing in air. She discovered what her lungs were for. A thousand scents struck her. Through the chaos, she recognized the glory of Hespera’s Roses and the vitality of moonflowers.
At last she released him from her bite so she could gasp. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes, while his blood ran down her throat and his scent filled her head. Mortal life had cheated her. He smelled like so much more than moonflowers and sandalwood and books.
His body emanated a musk that made her want to put her mouth all over him. Masculine arousal.
He bucked his hips under her and pulled her face to the other side of his neck. She couldn’t think. All she could do was sink her fangs into her throat. When his blood rushed onto her tongue again, her new sense of smell made his flavor so bold that she moaned. The fullness of his blood in her mouth and his hard length in her core were perfect.
The scent of male lust grew thicker in the air. It shuttered her coherent mind and unleashed some primal part of her. She mated him like a wild thing, devouring his blood. She lived for his growl in her ear and the dig of his fingers into her hips. Her body flew out of her control, and he unleashed himself with her. With a snarl against his throat, she panted through the spasms of their release.
New flavor notes bloomed in her mouth, so intense her head spun. Richer than chocolate, bolder than coffee, sweeter than wine. Oh. Goddess. How could he taste better?
Everything is better with a Hesperine tongue, he said. Your sense of taste has awoken.
Her hungry whimpers gave way to a cry of ecstasy as the flavor of him drove her over the edge again. She would be drunk on him forever.
No need for temperance, he purred.
When her thoughts came together again, they fixed on one thing. I have to taste you everywhere.
Bleeding thorns, yes. I’ve been waiting for this.
The lure of the rest of his body gave her the willpower to slide her teeth out of his neck. She pressed her tongue to his vein while his own Gift healed him, then lifted her head.
Her ears roared. Sound came crashing in on her. The rasp of their skin against the sheets. The cacophony of the flowers and leaves rustling around them. And above all, their matching pulses, like a heartbeat at the center of the world, pounding through everything.
Lio covered her ears with his hands and held her face against his chest. She lay against him, grateful for the relief.
After a long moment, he lifted his hands, and she found the overwhelming noise had settled. The sounds around her were crystal clear, more beautiful and vivid than any her mortal ears had ever heard.
She looked into his eyes. I want your voice to be the first I hear.
He spoke to her in the Divine Tongue. “I love you, Cassia.”
This was what Glasstongue’s voice truly sounded like. Deep enough to drown in, smooth enough to make her moan. So full of love she could weep.
“Lio,” she breathed, trying her new voice. “I love you, too.”
