My core turned molten at the suggestion. The only thing more tempting than sinking my fangs into him was the thought of his venom coursing through me as I did.

“Of course,” I breathed, eyelids lowering as I leaned forward to kiss him. Our lips brushed softly, even the slight contact sending a jolt of need quivering through me. He shifted me in his lap, allowing the broad tip of his cock to drag across my weeping sex.

“Yes...” I murmured against his lips as I felt him continue his slow slide. I inhaled deeply, lingering in the moment before we claimed each other. His scent drove every thought but him from my mind. Julian pressed inside me, and I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as our magics surged together.

Darkness shaded his eyes as he turned his head, offering his neck, and I bent forward, sinking my fangs into him Julian roared, which only made the rich blood on my tongue taste sweeter. After a moment, he joined me, and I paused long enough to savor the delicious sting of his bite. My hips bucked, wanting him deeper as he sucked.

Julian’s hands moved from my back to the straps of my dress, shucking them off my shoulders. Night air caressed my nipples as he fed. His hands covered my breasts, circling with the sharp tips of his fingernails. My whole body was alive. With the venom coursing through my system, I felt every touch like I’d been set on fire. He was shadows and eternal magic, and I gave in to him, letting his darkness swallow me entirely.

Our bodies moved in a desperate rhythm, in a fervent push and pull, as we tried to sate our need for each other. But even as pleasure crested inside me, I knew we would never have our fill. Not just of one another’s body or blood but of our magic.

I needed his magic like I needed him. It was the other half of me. The light to my darkness. The moon to my sun. We were the beginning and the end and every moment between.

And as we rose together, we both drew back, continuing to ride out our pleasure as we stared at one another. His eyes were onyx, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He swiped it with his tongue as he grabbed hold of my hips to rock me faster and harder. I let my head fall back to look at the stars as I savored the exquisite, agonizing fullness of him.

“You are a Goddess,” he said through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I moaned, clutching his shoulders, as he bent his face to take my breast into his mouth. Its heat threatened to undo me, and I cried out, clinging to him as he chuckled softly.

“These are very sensitive.” The tip of his tongue circled my nipple, and I felt my entire body tense under that singular touch. “Very sensitive.”

I arched my back to grant him better access, and he laughed again. “So greedy, even after you fed.”

But I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt his pleasure spill inside me. I couldn’t find the words to tell him, but I rolled my hips faster.

“Take your time,” he whispered, his lips moving along my skin back to the puncture wounds he’d left on my neck. But he didn’t bite me again. That only made me want him more. No, need him more.

I needed this.

I needed him.

I tried to increase our rhythm, but his hands gripped my hips tightly, slowing the pace of my body until we found a new tempo, one that lingered on every note, one that found places inside me I didn’t know even existed.

And when I finally found release, he went with me with a roar that filled the night air.

I collapsed against him, my arms coiling around his neck as we remained entwined as one.

Maybe it was foolish to need the physical connection when our souls were as bound as our lives. But even so, I found myself unable to let him go. I only wanted to stay here as long as possible, in his arms where no one else could touch me. When I finally managed to pry away, his arms tightened possessively.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “Let me hold you.”

I went limp in his arms. Maybe the tether was still intact. Maybe part of it had survived and found its way into our bond, because that was all I wanted.

I buried my face into his shoulder. How was it possible to love another creature this much? So much that it hurt when we were apart and ached when we were together? Maybe it was the island—maybe it was knowing that, for once, no one could touch us—that we could just be.

“It’s not just you,” he murmured, “I feel it, too. Something’s different.”

I smiled, turning my face up to his shining eyes. “We’ve never done that before—fed at the same time. It was...”

Words failed me. Julian’s mouth hooked into a smirk that told me he was completely satisfied to leave it that way. Then his head tilted, a puzzled expression ghosting across his face. A moment later, he brushed his thumb over my nipple.

“Oh!” I jolted up, laughing. “I think they’re still under the influence of your venom.”

“No, it’s not that...” He blinked twice before a grin split his face. But whatever he found so deeply amusing, his thoughts remained entirely blank. I waited for him to finish what he was saying, but he fell silent as he continued to study me.

“Julian?” I stilled in his arms. “What is it?”

Finally, he lifted his eyes to mine, and I felt a new emotion swell inside me.