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“Then drink. I want to feel it. Make me feel it.”

My fangs slid out.

He moaned, upping his tempo on both of us.

I did as he asked, sinking my teeth into his neck with gentle care. I pierced the vein, his incredible blood, hot and laced with honey, spilling down my throat.

“Fucking hell!” he cried, writhing, stroking.

I moaned against him, his blood enriching, almost life-affirming. It wasn’t just the blood of Paris Raine, but the blood of the man I loved.

The elf who loved me back.

He came first, and I followed seconds later, layering more stickiness between us. He released me, limp and spent, arms outstretched at both sides.

“Wow,” he managed to rasp. “Wow.”

I sat up, straddling him. “Look at all this mess.” I scooped some cum with my right index finger. “I wonder who this belongs to?”

He laughed, panting.

I sucked it off my finger as if tasting a sample of some mortal wine. “I’m not sure. Would you like a taste?”

“You’ll have to give me two fingers, though,” he responded.

I did, and he sucked them slowly, deliberately, my cock somehow still hard.

“Do you want a third round?” I asked.

To my surprise, he shook his head, licking the last traces of cum from his lips. “Come here. I want to hold you.”

I went to him, slotting my face into the crook of his neck and lying across him, wrapped in his arms and his legs. A cocoon of euphoria I never wanted to leave.

“Let’s stay like this for a while,” he said.

I nuzzled his neck, getting comfortable. “I feel so safe with you, Paris.”

“Same.” He kissed my head. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“Weird, huh? How we got here?”

“The good kind of weird.”

“Yeah. So fucking good. No matter the journey, this destination is, well, the best.”

“Agreed.” I kissed his neck, licking at the puncture wounds already healing from my bite.

“One day, we’ll have endless moments like this,” he whispered.

Until you age away from me into death.

Curse it! Why did such a stray, horrible thought have to attack my afterglow?

I ignored the sullen detail about our relationship I never wanted to think about again, but would have to at some point in the future.

Instead, I pressed myself closer to him, closing my eyes and relishing the steady beating of his heart, his honey scent, and the warmth of his mortal flesh.