We clung to each other, over and over, until we were completely, breathlessly satisfied.

I left small biting marks across his back, sinking my teeth into his skin with every wave of pleasure. And he did the same, placing sharp, burning kisses across my bare skin—his fangs slipping out slightly, stinging my flesh just enough to make me shiver.

But I loved every second of it.

We were wild.

We were ignited.

We were tangled, rooted, lost inside one another—

until, finally, we felt the ...