Page 226 of Sunsplitter

She was resplendent on the Plane, firm-footed and sure. She was otherworldly here, hair and dress floating in waves of crimson, eye glowing even fiercer. Her smile came easy. Of course. She’d visited the Void more than he had.

Unreal, this creature.

Unreal, the way she looked at Antal the same, the awe in her eyes as she took him in.

Still holding her, he raised his arm. Blood dripped from the bite wound, energy prickling as he willed his flesh to heal—but not entirely. He chose to leave a scar behind, the mark of her teeth upon him, for as long as he wished to bear it.

Fionamara reached for the Void. It was stunning every time, how she gathered ether at her fingertips. She pressed it to her skin, mending what fangs had punctured, until only the scarred imprint of his teeth remained.

With that, they were Void-bonded, the most earnest pledge he could offer her—the greatest gift she could offer him.

Fionamara touched his face. Antal nuzzled his nose to her cheek. The last time they’d floated like this, she’d had an arrow through her skull.

That fear seemed a lifetime away. Both of them were whole, bound by marks both their worlds would recognize: the energy capsules glowing around their necks, the scars on their arms.

She kissed him.

It was torturous, how unhurried she tasted him. Her lips skated his mouth. Her tongue traced his teeth. No sound traveled in the Void, but Fionamara spoke with fingers tightening against his collar, body arched into his with nothing else to cling to.

Antal kissed her back, and there was nothing slow about it. Their mouths clashed with bruising fervor as he claimed her lips, her tongue, the soundless gasp that bobbed her throat. She tasted like ice and flame.

A taste was never enough.

He wanted to feel every part of her, feel her fight and her surrender, the promises in her mouth. In her fingers knotted at his collar. In her leg hooking around his waist, her needy hips pushing into his.

Antal cupped a hand behind her knee. He slid upward, wading the folds of her dress, the warm curves of her thigh, rounding to grip her ass. His claws tugged flesh as he pulled her against him. Her shudder was maddening, sending a throb of need straight to his cock.

She was so soft in his hands. So unrelenting as she dragged his lip between her teeth.

He needed to be inside her.

Fionamara knew. Vicious woman. Slowly, agonizingly, she rocked her front against his, mouth grazing his chin but not yet sinking into a bite. Antal held her tighter. He had no breath to growl, nothing to gasp, only the ache of his cock growing hard against his pants, pressed to that ruinously soft place between her legs.

When he dragged himself against her, the need only fiercened.

He tried to steady himself, but there was nothing to brace, just a drift of two bodies in the Void. Onlyherto anchor against, every movement binding them tighter.

She wrapped her legs around him. Her hips sank into a rhythm, grinding harder as her lashes dipped in silent pleasure. Antal could smell it on her, the heat in her blood, the quickening of her heart. He pulled up more of her dress, laying her thighs bare to cold Void and eager claws. Her fingers scrapedhis chest as if she might carve him down to bone.

She bit his jaw.

Antal bit back, fangs pinching her chin until she arced against him. She had no voice to cry out, just parted lips and lust-glazed eyes.

Fionamara unlaced his trousers, all of him fracturing as she stroked the length of his cock, a tease of fingers at the sensitive tip. He found her underwear: a scrap of cruel, delicate lace. His claws sliced the fabric, leaving every curve of skin deliciously bare. She tilted her hips, thighs splayed to welcome him.

With a single thrust, Antal buried his cock between her legs.

Being inside her left him dizzy. She was so hot, so wet, taking all of him with a shudder.

He made no sound, just a moan shaking his chest, the perfect tension of her body wrapped to his. Her fingers dug against his shoulders. Her head, tipping back in a silent cry.

Merciless Void, the tight heat of her around his cock was overwhelming. Antal’s existence narrowed to soft skin beneath his hands, the throbbing ache where they came together. He had no up, no down, no bed to push her into. Only her, as tightly as he could hold in the abyss, both spinning slowly from the fervor of their pairing.

He held still a long moment, savoring.

Fionamara brushed restless thighs against him, needy little movements to shift his cock inside of her. He devoured her struggle, tightening an arm around her waist to hold her still. She kicked a leg against the Void, indignant. Desperate.

So was he.