THE CURSE OF LUST
The stones of the hearth hummed faintly, a vibration that had nothing to do with heat.
I broke the kiss just long enough to breathe. "Say my name."
"Lilith," he said, and it sounded like a plea.
"What do you want from me?" I moaned, lips brushing his.
"I want you. I want all of you."
The words came out in a low, animal growl, as if something inside him was shifting as the bond deepened. His eyes lit with deep blue, then with something older, something feral and unbound.
Goddess, what a marvel he was.