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He was planting himself in her, around her, through her.
As if this moment wasn’t just pleasure—it was purpose.
And maybe it was.
Because something inside hershattered.
And something else…awakened.
CHAPTER 29
Zarokh lay still.
Cecilia was curled against him, her cheek pressed to the plane of his chest, her breath soft and even. Her hair spilled over his skin in wild black waves, glinting with a bluish sheen in the low crimson light that filtered through the chamber’s high, angled windows.
He stared at the ceiling, unmoving. Silent.
Around them, the air was thick with the scent of sex and blood and something far more dangerous—contentment.
She had fallen asleep against him.
As if she trusted him.
As if the monster who had dragged her across the stars had become her pillow. Her protector.
His jaw flexed.
She didn’t have a choice. He hadn’t given her one. He’d clouded her thoughts with fear, with longing. With lust. He’d offered her no path but submission—and she’d taken it. Not out of loyalty or desire.
Survival.
And he had taken full advantage of it.
He exhaled slowly, quietly, so as not to disturb the fragile weight of her body draped across his own. His arm was around her waist. He didn’t remember putting it there. But now… he couldn’t bring himself to move it.
He was in too deep.
The rite was done. Her scent was marked by his now, irrevocably. He had claimed her in truth.
A bonding. A sacred thing.
One that should be reserved for aNalgarmate.
And he had given it to her.
Ahuman.
He’d told himself it would be indulgence. That she would serve a need—blood, pleasure, companionship in the most physical sense.
But now… his blood flowed in her veins.
Not metaphorically. Not spiritually.
Literally.
A smear of it had been enough. Nalgar essence, potent and corrupting, a legacy of genetic dominance and long-dead stars. It would not fade.
It wouldchangeher.
