Page 110 of Night's Reckoning
Take everything.
He thrust her against the wall, and his body was on fire. Whatever he’d thought sex was, he’d been wrong. This was the only pleasure.
She drank from him, and he felt his newly woken amnis enter her blood. The sensation was so disorienting he nearly stumbled. He braced himself against the wall, pinning her body as he drove into her over and over again.
Air swirled around them, but Ben couldn’t concentrate. He heard things falling. Something ripped through the air.
She surged and moved with him, her breath the only music he wanted. He could smell the blood in her veins and he hungered for it. He put his hand on the back of her head, gripped her thick hair, and pulled her mouth away from his neck.
Tenzin released him, licking his blood from her lips as her cheeks flushed with color.
You did this.
Ben couldn’t stop moving. He didn’t think about rhythm. He didn’t think about bringing her pleasure. His mind had distilled to emotions. Desire. Anger. Hunger.
The room crashed around them, the air whipped into a frenzy.
His fangs fell, and his throat burned.
She lifted a hand to his mouth, stroked them, and it was as if she’d run a finger along the length of his cock. He bit down on her finger and tasted blood.
A satisfied moan left her throat, and Ben bit harder.
“Yes.” She put her hand on the back of his head and caressed his neck, her body rocking as he drove back and forth. Her hair clung to the red silk walls. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth was open, and her breath came in sharp, panting pulses.
Something cracked and glass broke. A loud banging noise came again and again.
She leaned forward, taking his mouth with hers. She didn’t bite him this time; she moved her lips with aching, thorough languor, and the sigh she breathed into him nearly made him come. The air crept up his body, licking in soft whispers like feathers against his skin.
No.
It was too soft. Too gentle. His hand went to her nape and he pushed her hair to the side, baring her pale neck to his fangs. Her breath caught.
Ben froze.
The air around them whirled and kissed them, teasing his skin and warming it. It was as if a thousand tongues licked up his body. Ben was poised on the edge of climax, Tenzin’s vein under his lips.
She whispered, “Do it.”
He bit, and she exploded around him. Her amnis blew his hair back from his face and her body convulsed as Ben drank her in.
Tenzin’s blood was the perfect wine. It was heat and life and tears and the salty sea. It was blood, the essence of her. Her life in his. He felt her body shaking as he climaxed, but Ben couldn’t understand where or why or how he knew, he knew, heknewshe wanted him and hated him and feared him and needed him. She wanted more and she would takeeverything. Her blood was his and his was hers.
You did this.
You did this.
You did this.
He was crying inside, but it was her voice in his mind. Her anger in his heart. Her blood on his tongue.
I did this.
They came together, blood binding them as the wind caressed their bare skin, and Ben realized he wasn’t even touching the ground.
* * *
Ben lickedher blood from his lips and pushed away from the ceiling, floating to the ground with only a faint wobble. Tenzin watched him as he walked to the table and reached for another bag of blood. He bit into it as he’d bitten into her.
