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Azrael’s bite had been acidic, but Rhyland’s is like a drug to me—his bite sends waves of pleasure and satisfaction coursing through me. I know I will always be drawn back to his intensity. The sensation is overwhelming as he gradually slows down, prolonging every last drop of euphoric agony.

He pulls his lips away from my neck, keeping me tightly in place with his rock-hard cock still embedded deep within.

"Fuck, Angel. I crave you. You are all I want, and nothing can ever satisfy my hunger for you. I'm enslaved to your body and every wicked delight it can bring me.”

I'm so close to orgasm, yet he only holds me there without moving.

His voice is raw and guttural as he speaks, “Drink.”

He pulls a knife out. From where the hell he had that thing, I have no idea. But he takes it, carefully slicing a thin cut along his neck. A pleasant smell of citrus with a faint hint of musk fills the air as ruby-red droplets escape the wound.

I shiver as I realize this must be the mating bond he's spoken of. My body is teeming with arousal, my heart pounding with desire. As he holds me steady, I squirm on his lap, needing movement. I’m shaking, and my breaths come out in gasps.

I can’t think right now, only feel.

I press my lips to his throat, trailing my tongue up and down softly. His blood surges beneath me, and he drops his head back in pleasure as I kiss him. He growls low in his throat. An animal desire awakes within me, and I clamp my mouth on his neck, taking in a sip of his elixir. The taste is rich and spicy, like cinnamon, bursting into my mouth and filling every inch of me with ecstasy. I barely register the loud moan that escapes his lips as he continues to thrust into me.

It is ecstasy incarnate. His taste, his smell, and his throbbing cock, all swarm my senses at once. My tongue laps up his crimson elixir hungrily. His scent and taste are intoxicating, and I want more. This is a life-altering decision, but the pleasure it gives me is too much to resist. He moans in delight as I consume him. I know this will forever change me, but I don’t care; all that matters now is my body’s surrender to him. I drink in his vitality as we both groan in pleasure. He speaks a foreign language that sounds like nothing but pure satisfaction.

I feel a massive force of energy surround us, its rumbling reverberations causing our bodies to quiver. At first, a gentle warmth emanates within, like standing near a soothing fire. Suddenly, it bursts forth—pure energy courses through me, illuminating each cell with vitality. I feel myself humming with latent power.

My consciousness expands, and my boundaries fall away. I sense everything around me with startling intimacy. Rhyland’s breath is warm against my neck, and each breath I take feels crisp and cool, the oxygen's purity cascading through my lungs. It's as if the world's hidden energies are revealed.

This nameless feeling...is it our bond solidifying at last? Or something more—a gift awakened by Rhyland's ancient blood now changing me?

Initially, I feared it might overwhelm me. But then Rhyland's strong arms hold me steady, his calm voice dimly reaching me through the rushing in my ears.

“That’s enough, Angel,” he commands, but I can't stop. It feels too good and tastes too good.

His grip on my hair at the back of my scalp tightens, and then he pulls me away from him. “Enough, baby,” he says in a low growl, and our eyes lock in a silent battle.

The air around us sparks with electricity as he pounds into me faster and harder. His deep blue eyes are transfixed on mine as I fight to keep up with his rhythm. Our gazes remain locked even as our breathing grows shallow and labored. He pulls me close, devouring all of me with each hard, steady beat.

My inner walls squeeze ever tighter, my senses so heightened around him, and the orgasm that consumes me shakes me to my core. I scream his name as I come around him.

He soon follows, releasing himself within me with a hunger, his explosive shout of pleasure echoing through my body and causing me to tremble as he fills me.

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We sit entwined, breath coming in ragged gasps, a mind-shattering orgasm still pulsing through me. I cling to Danica. Our slick bodies are pressed tightly together as we come down from the heights of ecstasy.

She leans back slightly to meet my gaze with a question in her smoldering eyes. I brush a damp strand of hair from her face and capture her mouth again, starved for more of her luscious taste. Our tongues intertwine urgently as we try to pull one another even closer.

"Did you feel that?" she whispers against my lips between fevered kisses.

I nod, pressing my lust-wracked body deeper into hers. "Yes, it was exquisite."

I feel wholly complete now, irrevocably tied to her. My shadows are at bay. Of course, I know she refers to the electric current that seemed to arc between us when I uttered the ancient mating vows, and she greedily drank from my willing throat. Her mouth on my flesh was like a jolt of lightning, catapulting me into an abyss of bliss more profound than any before.

She gives me a gentle smile. "No, I meant, did you feel the change in energy around us?"

I breathe deeply, still recovering. A shock wave erupted outwards from our joined bodies. It was electric, possibly her latent power awakening more strongly than ever in that moment of intimacy. "Yes, I felt it too, Angel. You're mine now, for all eternity." I caress the delicate curves of her face.

She looks up at me, her expression soft and content. "I know. It's like my heart is now an extension of yours."

I smile, overjoyed that she senses the exact profound change. The instant our bond snapped into place, our hearts melded into one indivisible force. An unbreakable thread now connects us, body and soul.