Page 45 of When Storms Collide

The thought was present in my mind as he opened his mouth, his fangs grazing against the delicate skin where my neck met my shoulder.

“Nikolai—” my voice came out as a warning, but desire was thick in my veins and I couldn’t bring myself to push him off me.

He sucked the skin there one last time before sinking his fangs into me.

“Wait—” the words barely left my lips but were stopped when an all-encompassingpleasureenveloped me.

This couldn’t be what it was to to have your magic stolen. This was pure, raw ecstasy. After the initial sharp bite of pain as his fangs pierced the skin, I experienced nothing but bliss as he lapped his tongue against me. Drinking the blood my body offered him.

He held me against his mouth with one hand while the other traveled down my body, between my legs, before insertinga finger inside of me. I moved against him, my thoughts foggy with want as he worked his finger in and out of me before inserting another, stretching me.

My blood dripped down my neck and onto the wet, satin sheets as he pulled back, licking it as it dripped down his lips. I could still sense my magic deep in my core, pressing against me with that familiar warmth.

It had been insistent at first, but now it didn’t seem to mind. And neither did I.

He hadn’t stolen my magic, only my blood.But he had bitten me.

I was utterly confused, unsure of how the magic of the Noctani worked as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me. My hips moved against him, all thoughts of stealing my magic gone as I wrapped my arm against him, holding him close to me. His bite had left me in a hyper aroused state, as if I were floating on a cloud of pleasure and it was all I could think of. All that filled my thoughts. I wanted him buried inside of me.

“More,” I pleaded, my hand finding his hard length once more and pumping.

He growled against my neck as he lapped up the last bits of blood that pooled there. He removed his fingers from my wet center, replacing them with the head of his cock. He wasted no time thrusting all the way into me, a cry escaping my lips.

He had never been this rough with me, but I didn’t mind at all. I pulsed around him and he groaned, pulling all the way out of me before thrusting in again. His name escaped my lipsas he held me down, pinning my hips against the bed as he moved over me and inside me roughly.

My head fell back with each thrust, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. The sensation of him filling me… his hands on my body… the way his fingers teased right above my center as he thrust in and out of me…

“Wicked little witch,” he crooned, watching as my eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t hold back, Diana. Let them hear how much I please you. Let them hear how much you love my cock buried deep inside of you. Let them know you’remine.”

I was going to come.

I opened my mouth to say as much but he continued at that merciless pace, my breasts bouncing hard as he thrust into me with such power. His fingers continued to tease that bundle of nerves and I fell over the cliff, digging my nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. His mouth found my breast, taking it into his mouth and biting.

My head fell back with a cry as the pleasure became too much, too all-consuming. He drank from my breast as I came again, riding against him as if there was nothing more I wanted in the entire world. He hummed against me as his tongue lapped my blood, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me.

I came again. And again.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, lifting his head.

Blood trickled down his chin as he grinned up at me, his fangs exposed.

“Fuck—” The word escaped me on a whimper as he thrust into me harder, chasing his own pleasure.

He pumped and pumped, slamming inside of me relentlessly until he came, spilling into me and capturing my mouth with his. It was the first time he had kissed me since turning, and the taste of my own blood mixed with his pleasure sent me over the edge once more.

I let out a cry against him as he held my mouth with his, my own blood smeared across my lips before he fell against me. He remained inside of me, entirely spent. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me as a small smile crossed my lips. The feel of him against me, inside of me… it felt so natural. So right.

Reality slowly crept in as I remembered the wet, bloody sheets against my back. Sticking to my thighs. My wet hair plastered against the pillow. The taste of my own blood on my lips. Blood caked on my breast and neck.

Nik had bitten me, but my magic still simmered in my core.

What had I done?

Later that afternoon—if it even was afternoon—we were lying in bed. Our bodies were wrapped together blissfully. The only thing missing was the sun streaming in to cast a warm glow against our skin.

And Nikolai’s humanity. That was missing, too.

I was splayed across his chest, the bedsheets tangled around my torso. His skin pressed against mine. I wasn’t sure whether it was day or night, or how long I had been locked up here. I wasn’t sure I even cared in this moment. With his eyes closed peacefully, I could almost pretend that everything was back to normal.

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