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“Finn,” I said carefully, “you know what that means, right? A vampire’s blood mark is permanent. There’s no undoing it.”
“I know,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t care. I want this. I wantyou. Forever.”
The conviction in his voice sent a rush of emotions through me. Love, fear, hope, and a deep, aching need to protect him.
I cupped his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he replied.
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The weight of his trust, his love, was overwhelming.
But then I nodded, my decision made. If this was what he wanted, what we wanted, then I wouldn’t deny him.
“Okay,” I said softly.
Finn’s breath hitched, and his hands gripped my wrists, holding me close.
I shifted, guiding him to lie back on the bed.
He looked up at me, his eyes shining with anticipation and something deeper. An unshakable belief in us.
I leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. His hands slid up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of us, tangled together in this moment.
I broke the kiss and moved to his neck, pressing soft kisses along the curve of his throat.
His pulse fluttered beneath my lips, quick and steady.
“This might sting,” I murmured against his skin.
“I trust you,” he whispered.
His words sent a jolt through me, and I sank my fangs into his neck, just above his collarbone.
Finn gasped, his body arching beneath mine, but he didn’t pull away.
I felt the rush of his blood, warm and electric, and then the bond snapped into place like a thread pulling taut between us.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was a deep, unshakable connection that went beyond words or thoughts.
I could feel him, his emotions swirling with mine, his love and trust wrapping around me like a shield.
When I pulled back, I licked away the lingering droplets of blood.
Finn’s breathing was uneven,, but he smiled up at me, his hand reaching up to touch the mark.
“Is it done?” he asked, voice hopeful.
I smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. “It’s done,” I said. “You’re mine now. And I’m yours.”
Finn’s smile widened, and he pulled me down into his arms.
“I love you,” he said, the words clear and certain.
“I love you too,” I replied without hesitation.
