Max
I felt it the moment her teeth sank into my neck—electricity surged through me, white-hot and wild. My orgasm hit with such force I saw stars, felt my body convulse, and my soul stretch toward hers. It was more than pleasure. It was power. It was bonding.
She is mine.
And I am hers.
I’m still buried deep inside her, and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to move. Ever.
“Max,” she whispers, her voice like satin over gravel.
I lift up slightly, bracing on my forearms as I meet her eyes. “You okay, Angel?” I ask softly. I know I was rough—driven by instinct and need I barely understood.
“Look,” she says, nodding toward our bodies.
I glance down—and stop breathing.
A soft blue glow surrounds us both, pulsing and warm, like a cocoon of energy wrapping us from head to toe.
