Finally, I thought, reveling in the dream of the moment. It’s finally… done.
She cupped my cheek, her legs encircling my waist as I slid deeper into her. You can rest now, Shade, she murmured. You can finally enjoy the moment without worrying about what comes next. You can finally… exist.
With you, I replied, my pace increasing. I can finally exist… with you.
Yes. Her teeth skimmed my lower lip. “Bite me,” she breathed. “Bite me like it’s the first time. Claim me as yours the right way.”
I shivered, then did exactly as she asked, my teeth sinking into her throat as I pulled her powerful blood into my mouth on a groan that traveled miles and miles.
She moaned in response, her tight sheath squeezing me as she came undone, her orgasm yanking me down with her, our shared pleasure burning through my veins and touching my very soul.
Her blunt teeth caught my pulse and she bit down, drinking from me as I’d done her.
Our connection only strengthened, our souls already married as one.
But some part of me felt even more complete, even more owned, even more accepted.
I pressed my head to her shoulder, panting from the exertion of our connection.
Then I closed my eyes and did exactly what she said.
I existed and didn’t worry about the next moment.
Because, for the first time in my life, I didn’t have to.
I could just… be.