I tear at his belt, urgency making my hands shake, and he finishes the job for me, clothing hitting the floor in seconds. He stands there, exposed, and the moment stretches. I feel the weight of it then. Not desire, not dominance, but his willingness. The way he’s braced for me to see all of him and still stay.
My remaining clothes vanish in the next heartbeat, and then there’s nothing between us but power, need, and this impossible connection that’s rewriting both our existences.
He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and the first touch of our bare skin creates a shockwave. Windows crack, the floor beneath us splits, and crimson and gold light explodes outward from our joined bodies, illuminating the room with the blinding fury of a star in its death throes.
“Crave—” His name breaks on a moan when he positions himself, as I feel his cock right at my opening, hard, ready, and perfect.
“Look at me,” he commands, his silver eyes blazing. “I want to see you when we—”
He thrusts, and the world shatters. My scream tears free, but it isn’t pain, it’s too much pleasure crashing through me at once, sharp enough to blur my vision. The sensation multiplies until there’s no separating what’s happening to me from what’shappening to him. My body tightens instinctively, clenching around him, every movement amplified, every drag and slide burning brightly.
And somewhere in the overlap, his response answers mine. The way my body grips him feeds back into me, the stretch, the fullness, the way every nerve lights up against the dark, until we’re caught in the same consuming wave, sensation folding in on itself, endless and inescapable.
We move together, and it’s not gentle. It’s aggressive, two primal predators fighting for dominance while simultaneously surrendering completely. He slams me against the wall, and the brick crumbles under our impact. I don’t care. I dig my nails into his shoulders, breaking skin, drawing blood, and his groan of pleasure makes my pussy clench.
The magic explodes with every thrust. Orbs of crimson, gold, and black energy form around us, pulsing with our shared heartbeat. When they collide with the walls, the bricks explode. When they hit the ceiling, chunks of plaster rain down.
I catch them mid-fall, my magic responding instinctively, shifting the debris away from us with waves of power I don’t understand but trust implicitly.
“Fuck,” Crave growls against my throat. “Sloane, your magic, you’re incredible…” His hips snap harder, faster, vampire strength and hunger driving him. I meet him thrust for thrust, my newly awakened body answering effortlessly, keeping pace in ways no human ever could. Pleasure crests higher, tighter, a tidal pull drawing us forward together. His breath stutters against my neck, his rhythm faltering for just a beat, and it hits me at the same moment that razor-edge tension coiling low in my spine, telling me he’s right there with me, ready to break when I do.
His fangs descend, brushing my throat, and there’s no mistaking the hunger radiating through him.
“Do it!” I gasp, tilting my head, offering everything. “Bite me. Claim me. Make this bond…oh God, make it permanent.”
He doesn’t hesitate. The overwhelming urge to strike takes hold, and the instant his fangs pierce my skin, the world fractures into blinding light. My breath breaks as blood leaves my body and pours into him, the pull sharp and intoxicating, and it hits us both at once. His hunger surges, violent and euphoric, and the force of it crashes into me like pleasure detonating from the inside out. The dizzy high of his first swallow floods my senses, while my own response slams back into him in a rush of heat and helpless surrender, leaving us locked together in the same devastating wave.
The sharp pleasure-pain shockwave slams through the bond, a violent, breath-stealing current that drags us closer, fuses us tighter, until the edges between us stop existing at all. My blood pours into him in hot, rhythmic pulls, and every pulse takes us deeper into something neither of us can control. There is no boundary between where my climax begins and where his hunger ends, just one continuous, rising, unbearable crescendo shared between two bodies and one soul.
My back arches. My breath fractures, and my vision fractures with it.
And then the orgasm hits, so blinding, so consuming, it tears a sound from me I don’t recognize as human. The intensity rips through my body lightning fast. The sensation doesn’t just travel into him, it detonates, flooding Crave with the same violent, staggering pleasure.
His response is immediate. His groan vibrates against my throat, deep and hungry, and it thunders inside both of us. Crave’s body tightens with supernatural force, muscles straining beneath my hands, his grip bruising, possessive, and weighed with meaning all at once. It’s an acknowledgment of the truthneither of us can deny, we are no longer separate. We are the same current tearing through each other.
I shatter.
And the room shatters with me.
Every light bulb bursts at once, raining glittering glass daggers. The walls tremble, the ceiling groans, then tears open as massive slabs of concrete break free, but they don’t fall.
My magic surges out of me in a violent rush of crimson-gold, instinctive and wild, forming a shield around us. The concrete hangs suspended above our entwined bodies, rotating in a slow orbit, drawn into the gravity that binds us together. Threads of energy pulse from my skin to the floating debris in shimmering arcs, holding everything at bay while wave after wave of pleasure drags me under again.
Crave feels it all, every tremor, every pulse, every fractured breath. His hunger crescendos with mine, the rhythm of his drinking shifting, deepening. His fangs slide deeper into my throat, his body bracing around mine with supernatural strength, holding me steady as I fall apart in his arms.
His release builds, slow at first, pressure spiraling inward like a storm drawing breath before it strikes. His hunger sharpens, his breath grows ragged, his muscles go impossibly rigid. The moment he breaks, the impact slams through our bodies with physical force.
He roars into my throat, the sound muffled by my flesh, but echoes inside me, thunderous, rattling through my bones, vibrating through the magic curling around us. His body jolts with power as he comes inside me in hot, pulsing waves, and that moment, the combined climax of blood and sex, the magic detonates.
Every orb of energy hovering around the room explodes at once, eruptions of crimson-gold darkness tearing through walls, ripping into furniture, splitting beams, sending splinters anddebris flying in every direction. The shockwave ripples outward in a ring of raw power, destroying everything it touches.
But we don’t care.
We’re lost, drowning in the bond, in the shared rush of pleasure, in the sensation of our bodies joined and our blood mingling, in the soul-deep fusion that has locked us together in something permanent, ancient, and indestructible.
The world can shatter around us, and it would change nothing.
When he finally releases my throat, he does it slowly, reluctantly, dragging his fangs free with a final, trembling brush of his tongue that sends another shiver rippling through me. Blood slides down my neck and trickles onto my breast. The last aftershock rolls through us in a soft, staggering wave, and the magic, spent, humming, breathless, begins to settle.
