Elara still rested in Dareth's arms, her body gently rocked by the warm water, but the hunger in her belly had only barely subsided. She was filled by the man's blood - yet something else had begun to stir inside her.
Something darker. Deeper.
Desire rekindled within her, but this time it was different. It was no longer merely physical yearning - it was the call of the bond. The living connection between them that was no longer just magic, no longer just touch, but something instinctual, ancient. A sense of belonging.
Her heart quickened.
Her gaze drifted back to Dareth's neck, and once again she felt the pulsing call of his blood.
There was no question. Only movement.
Her lips pressed softly to his skin, the same place as before. He didn't resist. Quite the opposite - he tilted his
