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The thought arouses me ever further.
“You can,” I whisper. “Corvan, you—”
He doesn’t hesitate.
He bites me and takes my bloodagain.This time, I’m not even feeling drained. The trees have done something to me. I feel lighter. Stronger. Morealive.There’s no weariness. The wounds from the last time have already healed.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispers.
I unravel completely.
He takes me closer to the edge of oblivion.
Madness overtakes me. Just as he needs my essence, I need his. I take his face into my hands and raise his lips to mine. The taste of my blood lingers on his mouth. It’s coppery but also sweet. I kiss him and bite down on his lower lip, breaking his skin.
“Mm,” he moans as he thrusts deeper.
My bite sends him into a frenzy. He fucks me harder, completely filling me, engulfing me with his presence.
And as soon as his blood hits my tongue, Ifeelit, as if it’s infused with hot spices and effervescent magic. It dances down my throat and sparks the feeling of warm pressure in my chest—again.
Magic.
Mine, reacting to his.
Engulfed in his presence, I can barely question the impossible.
Better just toaccept.
It feels good. I want this—I wanthim.
And he devours me, both inside and out.
He tenses and shudders, his thrusts becoming more and more savage. He clamps his lips on my neck again and bites.
He takes, and takes.
Then he finds release, and it’s blissful.
The dancing energy inside me bursts forth. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, making me twist and writhe against him.
He holds me.
I’m filled with the sudden urge to consume him—his dark intensity; his tapestry of secrets and pain.
And the magic in me unravels, wild and uncontrolled.
The sun bursts forth through the high windows, crowning us in gold. The world shifts and tilts. My mind explodes with pain and desire and wanting.
My fingers thrum with power. I run them through his soft, damp hair and let out a soft moan.
I come.
Again.
The bed seems to buckle and melt. It bows in the center. I open my eyes just in time to see the wooden posts twisting and bending, splitting into multiple tendrils that weave together to form a living-wood cage around us.
If Corvan notices at all, he doesn’t show it.
