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“This is the part where you need to drink my blood.” She swallowed.
“Yes, Cassia. It will make you a little dizzy. But you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’ll feel your fangs in me. With my fangs in you.”
A slow smile curved his beautiful mouth. “Yes. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she pleaded.
He eased her back onto the pillows, sliding one under her head and another on each side of her. He spread her trembling legs to lean against the pillows, then slid between her thighs. “Just rest under me.”
She nodded again. He fitted his rhabdos to her and sank in slowly. She felt it in her fangs, her gums aching.
“Have I told you your fangs are perfect?” He increased the pressure of his hips, gliding deeper. “I love watching them respond to me.”
She couldn’t speak. Not with her fangs like this and him impaling her in the cocoon of the pillows. He leaned down over her, closer, closer. Her heart raced, and she heard his heart quicken. Because of her.
“I’m going to bite you hard,” she gasped. “I’m not in control.”
“That’s why I’m in control right now. So you don’t have to be.”
“My hunger is in control.”
“That’s all right. I can pull back if I want you to stop. But I won’t want you to stop for anything.”
At last his jugular was within reach of her fangs. As if her muscles obeyed only her Craving, she struck his throat. She barely recognized the feral sound she made.
“Yes,” he grunted. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Her reflexes made her swallow over and over. She felt a spasm in her jaw, and then the joint locked, holding her onto him without effort.
“Your jaw changed,” he gritted in her ear. “It’s starting. I need to drink from you now.”
Yes. Yes. Yes. It was all she could think with each pound of their hearts.
“Do you want me to bite you gently or hard?” he asked.
Hard, she begged.
His hand slid into her hair, and he tilted her head, holding her more firmly to his vein. His smooth cheek slid along hers.
And then two spikes of pleasure drove into her neck. His familiar bite, as she had never imagined it could feel.
Their beings flowed together. The cycle was complete, body to body, blood to blood. Power exploded through their Grace Union, and she heard thorns scrape iron. Petals fluttered across her skin.
She had surrendered to this cycle long ago, and now lay pliant beneath him, locked on his vein. But she was no longer afraid.
She trusted the force penetrating and shaping her. Trusted the strong, reassuring hands that grasped her knees, holding her in position for the changes about to take hold. She trusted her hunger, ravishing his throat for her.
His long, hard draughts at her vein made her head rush and more liquid heat slick her channel to ease his thrusts and withdrawals. She lay still on the bed, but the world seemed to be spinning around her, just as he’d warned.
He stopped moving inside her, pinning her to the bed with irresistible strength. His shaft anchored her amid the vertigo. I’ve got you.
Her bones felt heavy. Then her spine popped, releasing tension she’d carried there all her life. Other joints began to align, easing countless tiny pinches of pain. Groups of muscles tightened, then released, granting her a relaxation she had never known.
Through each spasm, he held her. She found the strength to lift her arms and dig her nails into his back. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close. Her body reshaped itself around his, which had been made to fit hers all along.
He began to move inside her again, teaching her shifting frame their familiar rhythm. He built the next cycle of pleasure in their Union, coaxing her toward her next change. She could sense what was to come, and she quivered.
