Razeal did not stop.
His fangs remained buried deep in Merisa's neck, drawing her blood steadily, relentlessly, as the ritual continued its inexorable course. The euphoria surged through him in violent waves, raw and intoxicating, flooding his senses until the world narrowed to heat, pulse, and the taste of her blood on his tongue. His grip tightened unconsciously as her body trembled against his, limp and yielding, every shudder passing straight into his own frame. He could feel it.. her heartbeat faltering, racing, syncing unnaturally with his own. He could hear it too: the faint, broken sounds escaping her lips, breathless moans pulled from her throat without intention, her body reacting in ways her mind no longer governed.
She was lost in it.
Completely.
