The feeling was incomparable. Feeding Jason from my own wrist had been powerful, yes, but nothing like this. This was something else entirely—a raw, visceral ecstasy that flooded every nerve in my body. I couldn’t hold back the moans that tumbled from my lips, each sound pulled from somewhere deep within. My hands tightened in his hair, desperately anchoring me as waves of intense sensation radiated outward, filling every inch of me with a heat that bordered on agony.
Inside, a firestorm of need blazed, primal and relentless. My body throbbed, each pulse an ache demanding to be filled. This wasn’t just about desire; it was something instinctive, a feral longing that went beyond s*x. I needed to be claimed, to be taken so completely that I’d forget everything about myself—my past, my pain,
