The feeling of my walls clamping down on him seemed to be the final trigger. Julian let out a long, guttural howl that started in his chest and ripped through the air. He thrust one last time, pinning me hard against the table, and I felt the hot, thick surge of his seed filling me, filling me until I felt like I was overflowing.
"Nnngh... Elena..." he groaned, collapsing on top of me, his heavy chest heaving.
I lay there, breathless and trembling, my heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The silence of the archives returned, but it was different now—it was shared.
He shifted slightly, his form softening, the claws receding, though his eyes remained a shimmering gold. He kissed my forehead, his lips tender.
"You okay?" he whispered, his voice returning to that low, romantic rumble
