As if dancing to its own tune, my tongue explored his mouth, seeking out and finding the sharp points of his fangs. They weren’t extended, but as I traced their edges with my tongue, they lengthened. A fierce growl rumbled deep in Seb’s chest, the sound vibrating between us.

These lovely fangs were as much a part of him as his curls, his careful words, his hidden smiles. I wanted—needed—to show him I accepted every piece of him, even the parts he tried to suppress. And so my tongue traced their shape reverently, and when the sharp point caught my flesh, sending that bright spark of pain and metallic taste through my mouth, I didn’t pull away.

Seb went rigid beneath me, a broken sound escaping his throat.

Then he thrashed—the bed creaking as he strained against the rope. His mouth was desperate against mine, sucking at my tongue with a hunger that made my whole body shudder. Each pull of his lips matched the rhythm of my thrusts, a feedback loop of pleasure that had me seeing stars. The small wound on my tongue throbbed in time with my racing pulse, and it was as if every drop he took forged a deeper connection between us.

He moaned obscenely into my mouth—a sound of pure desperation, of need barely contained. His body clenched around me, cool and perfect, as if trying to draw me even deeper. The phantom touches frombefore returned tenfold, like he was trying to touch every inch of me at once, claiming me just as thoroughly as I was claiming him.

Every draw of his mouth sent euphoric waves of pleasure dancing through me, and I wanted nothing more than to let him continue, let him take as much as he wanted. But the memory of how upset he’d been with himself after last time…

I pulled back just enough to break the connection, my breath coming in harsh pants. “That’s enough.”

Seb whined—a desperate, inhuman sound that shot straight through me—but he didn’t chase my mouth. His eyes were wild with black hunger, those deadly fangs fully extended, every inch of him screaming need, but he submitted, ducking his chin.

He held himself perfectly still beneath me. Waiting. Obeying.

“There’s my lovely vampire,” I whispered, carding my fingers through his hair. He pressed into my palm like a pleased cat, the gesture so trusting it made my throat tighten. “So perfectly behaved for me.”

I was so close, teetering on the edge. The phantom touches were everywhere and nowhere at once, and suddenly I couldn’t bear it—couldn’t bear the distance between us.

“I need you to hold me,” I gasped, my rhythm faltering as I reached for the knot. When I saw the flash of concern in his eyes, I pressed my forehead to his. “It’s okay, Seb. I trust you. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone. Let me feel you properly.”

I pressed my lips to his mouth as I tugged the rope free. The soft sigh of relief that escaped him was echoed by my own as his hands found me instantly—everywhere at once, real and solid and everything I needed. Cool fingers traced my arms, tangled in my hair, cradled my face like I was something precious.

In one fluid motion, he lifted his legs from my shoulders, wrapping them around my waist instead. The change in angle had me moaning, pleasure coiling tighter in my gut. My thrusts were growing erratic, muscles trembling with fatigue, but Seb’s hands found my hips, guiding me, supporting me, keeping the rhythm steady and deep.

“Flynn,” he moaned, one hand cupping my face, making me look at him. “My Flynn.” The possession in his voice, the way his eyes burned into mine—it was too much, too perfect.

“Yours,” I managed, the word breaking on a sob. “God, Seb, I’m all yours.”

“I’ve got you,” Seb breathed, his hands tightening on my hips. “Let go for me,mi amor.”

The pleasure crested like a wave, dragging me under. I spilled deep inside him, crying out his name again and again as my vision went white at the edges. Then he was gasping against my mouth, his own release spurting coolly between us as his body clenched around mine, drawing out every last drop.

His hands stroked soothingly down my back as aftershocks rippled through me, keeping me anchored when I felt like I might float away entirely.

“Don’t move,” I said.

Something in my voice must have concerned him, because he made a soft cooing sound, drawing me closer to him. Shuffling slightly, I slid out of him before collapsing on top, my softening cock still twitching against him.

“Thank you,” I whispered thickly against his throat. “That was…”

Perfect.

Beautiful.

More than I ever hoped for.

“Flynn,” he breathed, and my name held so much longing in that one syllable. His cool fingers traced patterns on my back. “You gave me something precious beyond words.”

“I…” I started, struggling to keep my eyes open, to put into words everything bubbling up inside me. There was so much more to say, so much I needed him to know.

“Hush, my sweet angel,” Seb murmured, still sending blissful strokes across my back. “Rest for a while, then I wish to wash you in the shower.”He pressed a kiss to my temple. “It’s definitely my turn to be your big spoon.”

With gentle hands, he shifted us onto our sides, pulling me back against his chest. His arm draped over my waist, cool and secure, like an anchor holding me safe in harbour. For the first time since leaving Ireland, since leaving everything I knew behind, I felt like I’d finally found home.

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