Page 184 of Marked By His Hunger
His movements picked up, stronger, faster, deeper. The runes along his body flared, glowing like molten lines beneath his skin. His cock swelled inside me, the ridges intensifying every thrust, every movement branding sensation deeper into me.
I clung to him, helpless.
Lost.
Our pleasure tangled, blurred, merged into something I couldn’t separate anymore.
Was this mine?
His?
Both?
I didn’t know.
Didn’t care.
Because I needed more.
Needed everything.
His fangs grazed my neck.
And my entire body lit up.
“Do it,” I moaned, arching into him. “Please.”
Every part of me screamed for it.
The bond demanded it.
Completion.
Raven snarled, thrusting deep, locking our bodies together as if there was no separation left between us.
And then—he bit down.
Pain.
Sharp.
Brief.
Gone.
Replaced instantly by something overwhelming.
Pleasure crashed through me in endless waves, flooding every nerve, every thought, every part of me.
My body wasn’t mine anymore.
It was sensation.
Heat. Light. Need.
He drank.
I felt it.
