I spent the next two hours tangled in Gosto’s arms. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment my initial embarrassment dissolved and was replaced by the sheer pleasure of being with him. We lay together, limbs entangled, trading soft kisses and whispered breaths. Every second felt unfamiliar undiscovered, exquisite. This intimacy wasn’t just physical; it was immersive, absolute bliss.

Giving him my blood had left me utterly drained, my body limp and unresponsive. I could hardly lift a ...