Morning light filtered through the lattice window, painting gold across tangled furs. Lilith’s fangs sank gently into Jackson’s wrist, a soft moan escaping his throat as her tongue sealed the punctures. The bond thrummed, warm and languid, his blood a sweet burn on her tongue. When she pulled back, eyes glowing crimson, Jackson cupped her face and kissed her—slow, deep, tasting himself on her lips.
The kiss turned hungry. Lilith straddled him, guiding him inside with a shuddering sigh. She rode him unhurried, hips rolling in a rhythm older than words. Jackson’s mouth closed over her breast, tongue teasing until she arched, fingers threading through his hair. Their moans mingled, captured in fevered kisses, the bond flaring gold with every shared breath. When release came, it was quiet and
