THE ART OF SINS
When I came back to myself, he was still inside me, still hard, still slowly rocking his hips like he never wanted to leave my body.
Outside, the castle was quiet.
Inside, I was knotted on his cock in every way that mattered — body, blood, and soul.
Lucian brushed damp hair from my face and kissed my forehead.
“Rest while you can, Elena,” he murmured. “Because when the sun sets again, I’m going to turn you. And then I’m going to spend the next century showing you exactly what it means to be bred and claimed by your vampire lord.”
I smiled, already half-asleep and completely at peace.
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