EMILIA’S POV

His fangs sank into my neck.

The pain was sharp, searing, like a blade slicing through me. I screamed, my voice tearing through the room, raw and desperate.

My body arched against him, caught between the agony and the heat still pulsing through me. His grip tightened, his teeth buried deep, and I felt the warm trickle of blood down my skin. The mark. He was marking me. Claiming me. Binding me to him in a way that could never be undone.

His body shuddered against mine, a guttural groan escaping his throat as he came, his hips jerking with the force of it. For a moment, the...