Demon Moon

“is just like me.”
    It would be. She inhaled; bliss rolled through her. She rocked with it. Euphoria spiraled from her sex, filled with him. Her lungs, filled with him. Her mind—“Let me go first.”
    She felt the icy slide of fear, the blunt denial in him before he said, “No. No, Savi.”
    “You’re stronger than I am,” she said. Her gaze dropped to his neck. “I can’t do what you do—I can only make it feel good. But you won’t be incoherent. If something goes wrong, you might be able to stop me.”
    “If my blood hurts you…” He shook his head. “No.”
    “If it does, it will whether I go first or last.” Her thumbs smoothed over his cheeks. Crimson light glistened across the sharp angles, cast shadows in the hollows beneath. “And you’ve never had someone feed from you like this. Not to give you pleasure.” Only nosferatu and wyrmwolves who’d offered pain; only men and vampires who’d wanted immortality and power from him and died of it. “I want to be the first. And if it’s the only time…I’ll just regret that I couldn’t leave you senseless.”
    “You do. Kiss me again. And again. Bloody hell, we are mad. Your eyes are shining, sweet. Are you frightened?”
    “Yes.” Her blood roiled through her. “But more afraid of eternity without you.”
    “Oh, Savi. I am, too.” And she could see it in his face, that enthralling beauty that came over him when he was overwhelmed—with rage, with fear, with passion or beauty.
    With love.
    A final kiss, and then his breath stilled as she touched her lips to his neck. Everything stilled—even, she was certain, her heart.
    Her fangs pierced his skin.
    I love you . It slipped over her tongue, and she didn’t know if it was hers or his. Or if there was a difference.
    Oh, god, and he tastes so good .
    “Oh, sweet,” he said, and his hoarse laugh rumbled across her lips. “It’s better than good. It feels incredible.” His hands gripped her hips, and he thrust.
    It doubled within her, the pulse of Colin’s pleasure through his blood, the tight clench of her slick heat around his shaft. His moan reverberated against her tongue. She swallowed, drew more. Opened her senses, and awkwardly tried to slide in.
    His mind welcomed her. Oh, god. Everything beautiful, radiating an exquisite brilliance. Was this how he saw her? And there was darkness alongside it, unhidden. He tensed and breathed a denial as her mental touch flitted over it; she tasted, expected bitterness, but found it rich and thick and deep.
    “Savi…tell me,” he said, his voice strained. “Are you hurting?”
    No .
    This was the opposite of pain.
    His relief rose through her like heated air. Gingerly, he set his teeth against the curve between her shoulder and neck. His palms flattened over her hips, up the length of her spine.
    A trickle of blood, then gentle suction. Not the rapture.
    Wait, Savi. I want to be certain . He drank slowly, measuring each swallow.
    And in that moment of quiet, she felt the pleasure her blood gave him, flowing through his veins and uncoiling within her. Caution accompanied it, his careful test of her emotions, the tender probe against her memory.
    Savi didn’t know how to invite him in. I’m sorry .
    His amusement melted like spun sugar on her tongue. Don’t apologize, sweet. Just hold on .
    It gathered beneath her skin—beneath Colin’s skin—large and powerful and spinning toward her. Her hands clenched on his shoulders. His heart raced against hers.
    She swallowed and it roared through her, familiar and just as impossible as before, and all the better for experiencing his through their blood link.
    She writhed and shuddered, but there was more, and it shook from her, passed into him.
    Colin growled and then she was on her back, and he burrowed deep, hard. Her legs wrapped him tight. His blood filled her mouth, and everything he gave her, she sent back.
    He stiffened, thrust with fangs and his blood and his cock, and it hit her again, at a higher pitch. Higher.
    A feedback loop. Painful, ratcheting and rising with each stroke, each draw. She couldn’t let go. He grabbed hold of her mind, tore across it on a frenzied wave of pleasure.
    And still higher. The tension spread her thin, long and taut and brittle. On the verge of fracturing.
    But it was dawn that broke; the sun spilled through the window, across the far wall. Daysleep dragged her down, tried to take her from him, but Colin surrounded her body, shielded her mind with