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Chapter 90 - Climax & Sensation.

'He's… he's drinking from me,' she realized, the words echoing in her head as her heartbeat pounded louder, almost deafening in her ears. 

She wanted to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat, trapped between pain and pleasure, fear and surrender.

'Why does this feel so… consuming? Why can't I pull away?' Her mind struggled to grasp the experience, her thoughts dissolving into fragments as his mouth drew from her, each pull a strange mixture of invasion and intimacy. 

She felt like he was taking something precious, something deep and hidden, as if he were tasting her very essence, not just her blood.

'He's consuming me… yet I feel closer to him than ever before,' she thought, her heart racing, thumping with wild abandon. 'Does he feel this too? Or am I just another taste to him?' 

His mouth moved, pressing deeper as he drew more from her, and the pressure at her core only grew, her body tightening and writhing under his relentless hold. 'I can't take this much longer,' she thought, half-panicked, half-lost in the storm of sensations.

It was too much all at once. She had never known a feeling this whole, yet shattering and overwhelming.

Alaric was lost in a rapture he had never known, her blood singing through him like a symphony, each drop a pulse of something ancient and powerful. 

Her essence was unlike anything he'd tasted before—rich, warm, and alive in a way that seemed to reach inside him and awaken a part of himself he'd thought forever dormant. 

He growled, She was divine, 'his' divine, made for him as much as he was made for her, and in this moment he knew it with bone-deep certainty.

The rush of her blood into his veins was almost painful, filling him, changing him, each beat intensifying the ache that flared from his core. 

He could barely restrain himself, his need a fierce hunger pressing against the limits of his control. 

Yet, he managed to ease into it, careful not to break her. He was teetering on the edge, desperate to consume her whole, yet mindful of the fragility she trusted him with.

As her body arched against him, her grip on him tightening, he felt her surrender—the unspoken plea for more, the silent acceptance that let him go further, deeper. 

She moaned.

He knew she didn't fully understand, but this connection, this intimacy, was pleasure for her too. She was made for this bond, her divinity resonating with him, her soul calling to his.

He could feel her climax building, the way her pulse quickened and her breath hitched, and he savored every moment, every tremor of her body against his. 

When she finally cried out his name, her release flooding her senses, he held her, steadying her as her body gave in, her heart slowing, her strength softened and yielding.

She came with abandon, her eyes rolling back and her name slipping out of her mind to leave only her husbands. He was everything she never knew and she hoped it was like so for him too.

Reluctantly, he drew back, releasing her as he gazed at her, the awe in his eyes palpable. To him, she was flawless, perfect, everything he had ever needed and more. 

She blinked, a silly smile blooming on her face, her hair was all over too. 

Gently, he whispered, "Fiery," brushing his lips over her skin, kissing her face, her cheeks, her forehead, as if each kiss could express the depth of what he felt, the devotion and wonder that surged within him.

She sagged in his arms, and he held her close, cradling her like the most precious thing in the world. 

She belonged here, in his embrace, and he knew, with absolute certainty, that he would do anything, fight anyone, to keep her by his side.

Alaric lifted her effortlessly, cradling her to his chest as her body seemed to still cling to the warmth and thrill of the moment. 

She shifted slightly, pressing her thighs together with a soft moan, she had found release but a sensation like that was one a person couldn't come down from so easily, and her movement made her arousal bless the air Alaric breathed. 

He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her, his own heart pounding in time with hers. 

In a flash, he carried her back to their bed, moving with vampiric speed, intent on laying her down to rest.

But as he moved to settle her, something on the nightstand caught his attention—a covered plate, the faint scent of something sweet beneath the lid. 

He frowned, realizing it was a small cake, untouched and waiting for her. 

As he started to place her on the bed, a sound broke the silence, low and unmistakable—her stomach growling. He paused, glancing down at her in surprise.

"Salviana?" he murmured, his voice half amused, half concerned.

She pressed her lips together, trying to keep her face serene, as if hoping he'd believe she was already asleep. 

But he could feel the faintest movement as she shifted, a hint of sheepishness creeping into her pretense.

"Fiery wife," he growled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a dark affection. She squirmed in his arms, her cheeks warming as she tried to slide down onto the bed, but he held her firm, unwilling to let her evade him.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

She tried to look away, still pressing her lips into a tight line, but the unmistakable blush gave her away. After a heartbeat of silence, she finally looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded with embarrassment.

"Maybe I… missed dinner," she admitted, her voice a whisper, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He frowned, "Why? how could you do that?"

"It's just dinner," She tried to shrug but she was in her husbands arm so it came out awkward.

"And I just drank from you," He pointed out alarmed by the prospect.

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