Chapter 90: Climax & Sensation.
’He’s... he’s drinking from me,’ she realized, the words echoing in her head as her heartbeat pounded louder, almost deafening in her ears.
She wanted to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat, trapped between pain and pleasure, fear and surrender.
’Why does this feel so... consuming? Why can’t I pull away?’ Her mind struggled to grasp the experience, her thoughts dissolving into fragments as his mouth drew from her, each pull a strange mixture of invasion and intimacy.
She felt like he was taking something precious, something deep and hidden, as if he were tasting her very essence, not just her blood.
’He’s consuming me... yet I feel closer to him than ever before,’ she thought, her heart racing, thumping with wild abandon. ’Does he feel this too? Or am I just another taste to him?’
His mouth moved, pressing deeper as he drew more from her, and the pressure at her core only grew, her body tightening and writhing under his relentless hold. ’I can’t take this much longer,’ she thought, half-panicked, half-lost in the storm of sensations.
It was too much all at once. She had never known a feeling this whole, yet shattering and overwhelming.
Alaric was lost in a rapture he had never known, her blood singing through him like a symphony, each drop a pulse of something ancient and powerful.
Her essence was unlike anything he’d tasted before—rich, warm, and alive in a way that seemed to reach inside him and awaken a part of himself he’d thought forever dormant.