He reached for her braid and wrapped it around his wrist, tugging her down. His lips danced over hers, and his entire body yearned for more of her.
“Perhaps I need a little reminder.” His tongue grazed her fang, and he whispered into her mouth, “Bite me, Viv.”
A sharp inhale followed, and she pushed him back onto the bed. Her dark gaze swept over his, and for the longest moment, neither of them spoke. Did she think he would take back the request?
Never.
She slowly nodded, her braid still caught in his fist. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” he replied honestly. He’d never trusted anyone as much as he did her.
She exhaled, her wings snapped behind her, and then, her mouth was at his throat.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders, and she kissed his throat before two sharp points met the skin of his neck. He inhaled as she bit, the flash of pain quickly giving way to something else entirely as she drew his blood into her mouth.
They both moaned, the sound filling the room as she drank.
This was nothing like when she’d fed from him in the past. It was more. Deeper. Better.
The bond between them sang, his magic pulsed, and the marks on his wrist tingled as she pulled his blood into her.
How could he have ever thought that having a vampire drink from him would be anything less than pleasurable?
Their hands roamed over each other as she drank. He slipped his fingers beneath her leathers, delighting in the resulting shiver that ran through her when his fingers grazed her smooth, soft skin.
She found the collar of his shirt, and with a show of strength that made him want her more, she ripped the fabric off him.
Her fangs left his neck, and she breathed, “Too many clothes.”
He wholeheartedly agreed.
Within seconds, their garments were piled on the floor.
Marius couldn’t help but admire the beautiful vampire he was Bound to.
Every part of Vivienne was incredible, as if she’d been sculpted by the gods with him in mind. She was a piece of beautiful dark art, and he would admire her every day for the rest of his life.
She washis.
He couldn’t wait to explore the world with her at his side, spending every day together, traveling and experiencing life.
“I’m yours, Vivienne,” he murmured against her mouth, claiming a kiss.
Her black eyes shone with an ocean of love as they swept over his. “Yes, you are,” she agreed. “I love you, Marius.”
His hands found her hips, and he flipped them around, guiding her to lay on the bed. She retracted her wings, looking up at him as he gently pushed her down.
He fit himself between her legs and kissed her again, relishing in the feel of her mouth against his. He gathered her wrists, marveling at their matching Markings, and held them above her head.
Lowering his head, he kissed her, murmuring against her lips, “I will love you forever.”
And then there were no more words between them.
Her fangs found his neck once more, and she drank as the final barriers between them were torn away.
Two became one.
Prince and vampire.