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“You’re safe, my rose. It’s all right if you need me more tonight. Let me chase the specters of Tenebra away.”
She let out a sigh, and her aura sucked at him like a newborn Hesperine at her lover’s vein. They groaned together.
The musk of her lust filled the tent, but she didn’t reach for his body, as if the flow of his magic held her riveted to the blanket. She shifted her hips, her breaths coming heavier. And all along, her eyes were on him, as if nothing else in her world existed.
His back tightened with the need to thrust into her restless body. He let all of that desire take over his magic, and it plunged inside her hungry aura.
She tossed her head, her lips moving as if she were drinking him. With her feet braced on the blanket, she arched toward him, open and ready for him. The unmaidenly view of her wet krana was divine.
“Lio,” she pleaded, her body and aura straining toward him.
“I want to fill you, Cassia. So full there won’t be room in your thoughts for Tenebra. Would you like that?”
“Yes. I just want you.”
He let go of the layers of complex self-control that he maintained, every moment of every day, to keep his dangerous magic in check. All his power fled toward his Grace, knowing where it belonged. He flooded her mind and body.
Memories of her past and fears of her future faded, eclipsed by their Union. He felt every countless brush of her thoughts against his as a physical touch on his skin. In those intimate caresses, he found nothing but her and him.
Her pupils dilated. He gazed into her soul as she cried out his name. He watched every grimace that crossed her face and every spasm that curled her toes. She twisted and tossed on the blanket, and his fangs and erection throbbed with the echoes of her climax.
She collapsed back onto the blanket. The jealous fool inside him basked in the knowledge that his magic alone could satisfy her.
But so could his fangs. “Do you want my bite?”
Her hand flew to her throat, and she tugged down the neckline of her robes.
With an effort of Will, he untangled his thelemancy from her thoughts. Pleasure and frustration scoured him as he withdrew his magic from inside her. She whimpered in protest.
He lowered his mouth to her throat and kissed her vein. “I want to bite you like I did the first time, when you wouldn’t let me touch you. All it took was my fangs to make you climax, and I dined on your first pleasure.”
Her hands roamed over his shoulders. “But I can’t make myself stop touching you.”
He smiled against her throat. “I never said you had to.”
He licked and sucked at her throat, a little foreplay for her vein. She dragged her hands down his back. Her greed felt so good.
With one firm, gentle motion, he sank his fangs in. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as the first rush of her blood flowed into his mouth.
At the explosion of flavor on his tongue, his jaw clenched. He was the connoisseur of all her flavors, and yet he had never tasted her like this. The earthy, woody notes of her magic were stronger than ever.
Returning to Tenebra had done this to her blood.
“Let my blood fill you,” she rasped. “Let me chase your specters away, too.”
His Grace sensed his inner conflicts in return. His instinct to hide his feelings overcame him, but he threw it off. Tonight, he wanted nothing between them, least of all his own inhibitions.
He lifted his head. Her gaze followed the trail of her blood down his chin. Crimson splashed onto her robes. Beneath the stain, her nipples peaked against the fabric.
“Cassia…I need you to need me tonight.”
She sucked in a breath. “Lio, I need you every night. Every moment. Every century. And I will always make sure you have everything you need from me.”
He swept down and pierced her throat, fast and hard. She gave a wordless cry of welcome and dug her fingers into his hair. With long, urgent pulls on her vein, he flooded himself with her.
The new flavors of her magic were inebriating. But he held back his body and magic, a pleasing torture, allowing only the Drink to consume his senses. He forgot everything except her promise that she would never leave him thirsting for her again.
Her arms and legs twined around him, her sharp lust pricking his aura. Then her blood released the purely natural power of her climax into his veins. She squirmed softly under him, rubbing her bony hips and small breasts against him. He fisted his hands on the blanket with the effort of not touching her.
