Page 123 of Amethyst and Iron
I felt him spurt in my hand, coming again, but being wolf and vampire, he could just keep going.
My pleasure climbed higher and higher until I was roaring out into the room.
It was overwhelming, but because it was, I also didn’t want to stop it.
It was too immersive… too fucking incredible.
Even as lightheadedness set in.
Even as I could no longer thrust up into him.
Even as I could no longer… keep my eyes open.
My surroundings slipped away.
His face faded.
And then it was all gone.
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~Sylas~
The world came rushing back.
I shot up in bed.
What the—
“It’s all okay. You’re okay,” a familiar voice spoke.
I turned to my left to see Lazriel sprawled out on the other side of my bed, his head propped up with his elbow as he watched me intently and with a whole lot of adoration.
He was fully clothed again.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was as well. In a fresh pair of pants and a black long-sleeve tee. I even had socks on my feet. And I wasn’t sticky in the least, so he’d clearly even cleaned me.
“I passed out?”
“You did, yeah.”
I slapped my hand to my throat, feeling abrasions there and a sting.
“I wanted to ask before I healed you, wanted your permission. You’ve had enough done to you lately.”
“I don’t need it healed.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You want to keep my bite marks on you?”
“Yeah. I do.”
His whole face lit up.
I smiled, then looked around, frowning in thought. “How long was I out for?”
“About an hour or so. You’re fine. I checked your vitals. It was the pleasure and the intensity. In your current state, you aren’t—”
“I get it. No need to spell it out.”
