He obliged, increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He kissed her again, swallowing her cries as she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing with pleasure.
It was then, at that moment of pure ecstasy, that he felt the bond between them snap into place. His vision blurred, and he felt a surge of power unlike anything he had ever experienced. His canines elongated, and without hesitation, he sank them into the soft flesh of her neck.
Livia cried out, but it was not a cry of pain. It was a cry of completion, of unity. Henry tasted her skin and blood, the taste of her blood filling him with a warmth that spread through his entire being. When he finally pulled away, he licked the wound clean,
