I start drawing her blood into my mouth, holy mother of all things sweet and sinful. I nearly lose control—she tastes like heaven on earth! It's like a goddamn flavor explosion in my mouth: vanilla ice cream, cinnamon, and a hint of something zesty that I can't quite identify. My eyes roll back in my head as I let out a guttural moan against her neck, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of her essence.
Seraphina arches her back, tilting her head to give me better access to her throat. It's a test of willpower not to gulp her down like a ravenous beast, but I force myself to take it slow, savoring every drop like a connoisseur. She's grinding against me, her hips moving in a way that's making me see stars. The venom I'm pumping into her veins is clearly doing its job, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride at the potency of my supernatural love juice.
I grab a fistful of her silky hair, holding her head in place. She's putty in my hands, a whimpering, writhing mess of desire. "Lucian…oh my god…" she whimpers. "please," she breathes, her voice needy.
I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it, and that's all the invitation I need.
Without missing a beat, I fumble with my pants like a fucking noob, finally freeing myself. I hook my fingers in her panties, lightly touching her soaked clit, and shove them aside, groaning into her neck as I feel the scorching heat of her soaking wet core. She's so ready for me, so desperate, and I hope she's not still sore from our earlier sexapades, but her body is practically begging for an encore. I release her neck, licking a wet stripe up her neck.
Our eyes lock, molten gold meeting blazing brown, and I can see the raw, unbridled lust swirling in her gaze.
Slowly, torturously, I guide the head of my cock to her waiting heat, watching in awe as her face contorts with pure pleasure as I penetrate her inch by glorious inch.
"Gods…you'reso…big." She whispers against my lips.
I smirk at that. "It's all yours, sweetheart."
She pushes down on me, taking me deeper with each thrust, riding me like a goddess on a mission. I latch onto her neck once more, drinking deeply from the well of her desire as she rocks in my lap, her tight walls gripping me.
"Don't stop, Lucian," she moans, with need. "I need to feel you... all of you. Your bite, your body... consume me."
Holy hell, her words are like an aphrodisiac mainlined straight to my core. The way she's so open, so wanton in her desire, it's blowing my mind in the best possible way. Knowing that she craves my bite, that she gets off on me drinking from her? It's like pouring gasoline on the raging inferno of my lust. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I couldn't imagine a sweeter way to go.
It's a feedback loop of pleasure; each pull of her blood and each clench of her core pushes us both closer to the edge of oblivion. She's a goddess in my arms, and I'm her willing worshipper, ready to follow her to the ends of the earth and back.
When I release her neck, it feels like someone just plugged me into a live wire. The connection is so strong—like a force of nature—and I know I need to make her mine—permanently—forever and ever, amen.
I fumble for the knife in my pants, nearly stabbing myself in the process, and then I'm slicing into my own throat like a madman. "I want you to taste me, Cupcake. Take me into you," I rasp, my voice rough with need.
Seraphina's eyes go wide, and I swear I can see fear and arousal battling it out in those caramel-gold depths. I could get lost in those eyes, drown in them, and never come up for air. "Is this…" she gasps, grinding down on me so hard I think she's trying to break me in half. All I can do is pray not to blow my load. "The bond? I need to drink from you, too?"
I grab her hips, trying to slow her down before she turns me into a one-pump chump, but it's like trying to stop a runaway train with a feather. "Yeah... ahhh... shit..shit…shiiiit.Fuck, you feel so good…" I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she rocks against me. "Yes—it's the bond, baby girl. Be mine, sweetheart—forever."
She gives me a smile that's pure sex and sin, like she knows exactly what she's doing to me, and she's loving every second of it. She's reveling in watching me come undone, reducing me to a babbling, incoherent mess.
Please, beautiful. Accept this. Accept me.
Then she's kissing me, her tongue plunging into my mouth like she's trying to taste my soul. I meet her stroke for stroke, our tongues tangling together. She pulls back, "Yes," she breathes against my lips, then licks my neck, her tongue lapping at the wound like a kitten with a bowl of cream. "I want to be yours, Lucian. Make me yours."
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I nearly black out from the sensation. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, consumed from the inside out. I grip her so hard I'm pretty sure I'm leaving bruises, but I can't help it. I'm thrusting up into her like a man possessed, her mouth on my neck and her walls wrapped around my cock. It's fucking euphoric.
She keeps drinking from me, pulling my essence into her like she's dying of thirst, and I'm the only oasis in the desert. The sensation is indescribable, like nothing I've ever felt before. It's pure ecstasy—like every pleasure center in my brain is firing off at once.
Is this what it's like to bond with your mate? Because if so, sign me the fuck up for a lifetime subscription.
The words are etched into my very being, a primal instinct taking over and pouring out in a torrent of emotion. The mating vows spill from my lips, a sacred pledge that binds us together, heart, body, and soul. It's a promise of forever, of love that knows no bounds, and as I speak the ancient words, I can feel the weight of their significance settling over us.
As she drinks, something shifts inside me, like the fabric of my being is being rewoven. Every molecule in my body reaches out to her, twining together until I can't tell where I end and she begins. Time slows, the world fading away until there's nothing left but the two of us, our hearts beating in perfect sync.
I can feel her physically and on a level beyond the flesh. It's like I'm inside her head, heart, and soul. I can feel her emotions, thoughts, and desires swirling together in a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. It's overwhelming, almost too much to bear, but at the same time, it's the most incredible thing I've ever experienced.
We're two pieces of a puzzle, finally clicking into place after a lifetime of searching. We fit perfectly, our jagged edges smoothing out until we're one seamless whole. I can feel her pure, unconditional love for me wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold night. And I know, with a bone-deep certainty, that I will love her for the rest of my days and move heaven and earth to keep her safe and happy.
As the bond solidifies, I feel our essences merging, our life forces becoming one. It's like a supernova exploding inside me, a burst of light and energy threatening to consume me whole. I'm drowning in her, lost in the depths of our connection, and I never want to come up for air.
Seraphina releases my neck and throws her head back in bliss. She's grinding against me like her life depends on it, her moans echoing off the cabin walls. I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her face towards mine. "Eyes on me, gorgeous."
When her gaze meets mine, it's like looking into the heart of a star—radiant, intense, and filled with a love that takes my breath away.
