The water lapped softly against Elara's thighs as Dareth still held her in his arms-like he never intended to let her go. The air around them was thick, heavy with heat-not just from the bath, but from everything they had held back for far too long.
Dareth's gaze slid over her. Elara's skin glistened with moisture, her hair clung messily to her shoulders, and her eyes still burned with lustful crimson light. She radiated as a vampire-yet only for him. Because now, she was his.
And Dareth wanted to feel that. Completely.
Elara's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still echoing the ecstasy of the last few minutes-but her gaze wasn't broken. It was boldly open. Provocative. Like someone who knew exactly what she stirred in him.
And Dareth responded.
"My turn now," he murmured, voice r
