The coil deep in her belly was winding up again, another explosive climax building up momentum. She could feel it gathering, tightening, threatening to snap at any moment.
"Din," she groaned as the tightness became unbearable. "I need…" She didn't know what to ask for. Release? More? Him? Everything?
He seemed to understand without words. He always did. His lips found her throat, and she felt him inhale deeply, scenting her arousal, her need, her unspoken love.
Hissing against her neck, he flicked his tongue over the spot he was going to sink his fangs into. The wet heat of it made her shiver, anticipation mixing with arousal, a cocktail that left her dizzy. He adjusted his grip, locking her head between their joined hands, immobilizing her for his bite.
The position was primal, possessive, and it spoke to something deep in her, some ancient recognition of claiming and being claimed.
A split moment later, she felt his seed explode into her, hot and urgent, and the sharp burn of twin incisions piercing her neck. The pain was fleeting, instantly transformed into pleasure so intense it left her breathless. The coil sprang free, and an orgasm crashed over her even before the first drop of venom entered her system.
When it did, she climaxed again, and again, each wave more intense than the last, until she couldn't tell where one ended and the next began. She was drowning in sensation, in pleasure, in the overwhelming rightness of being in Din's arms, being loved by him, being his.
