Chapter 102: Sharing Each-other!

The question hung in the air between them, a seductive, dangerous whisper that seemed to silence even the illusionary stars drifting across the ceiling.

Nulissa’s crimson eyes, wide and luminous, were locked with his. The leader in her, the part of her that had weighed every decision for centuries, screamed caution.

This was too fast, too intimate, a blurring of lines that could endanger not just her heart, but her entire clan. They still had to finish off all the Elders who were plotting against her after all.

But the woman in her, the part that had been starved of genuine affection, of being seen and wanted for who she was, was drowning in the golden fire of his gaze. He had stripped her bare with his honesty, and now, all she could do was surrender.

A slow, deep breath filled her lungs, and when she released it, it felt like she was letting go of years of rigid control. She gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. “Yes,” she whispered, the word a fragile thread of sound in the quiet chamber, “I want to… come inside with you, Jax.”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across Jax’s face, warm and possessive. He didn’t say another word. He simply released her wrist, took her hand in his, and laced their fingers together.

The gesture was simple, intimate, and it sent another jolt of warmth through her. He guided her to the obsidian wall, and with his free hand, he traced the same rune she had been about to activate.

The wall didn’t groan or creak. It dissolved, the obsidian and crimson crystal flowing like liquid shadow to reveal a short, dimly lit corridor. Jax led her down it, his grip on her hand firm and reassuring.

The corridor opened into a room that was both opulent and deeply personal. It was a large bedchamber, dominated by a massive, four-poster bed made of dark, polished wood.

The sheets were the color of fresh snow, a stark contrast to the black and crimson theme of the rest of the tower. A private balcony, veiled by heavy, crimson drapes, looked out over the sleeping city of Nightengale. It was a room fit for a king, that much was certain.

As soon as they were both over the threshold, the hidden door sealed behind them with a soft, final click, the magic humming back into place and locking the rest of the world out. The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the sound of their own breathing.

Jax turned to face her, and in the dim, magical light of the room, his eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire.

He didn’t give her a moment to acclimate, to let her leader’s persona reassert itself. He closed the distance between them in a single step, his hands finding her waist and pulling her flush against his body.

He kissed her again.

This time, there was no hesitation, no gentle testing of the waters. This was a kiss born of the decision she had just made, a kiss of pure, unadulterated possession. His lips crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding.

One of his hands slid from her waist up the elegant curve of her spine, his fingers tangling in the silken strands of her blood-red hair, holding her head in place as he devoured her mouth.

Nulissa was lost. The last vestiges of her composure shattered into a million pieces. The sheer, overwhelming force of his desire, the feeling of his hard, muscular body pressed against her softer, curvaceous form, was intoxicating.

“F…uckkk,” Nulissa moaned into Jax’s mouth, a soft sound of surrender as her hands, which had been limp at her sides, rose to clutch at his shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his biceps as if to anchor herself in the storm of passion he had unleashed.

Jax’s other hand began to move, exploring the body he was now claiming. It slid down from her waist, over the swell of her hip, and around to cup the full, firm curve of her ass.

“You’re beautiful,” Jax muttered as he squeezed, a possessive, confident grip that made her gasp against his lips.

He pulled her even tighter against him, grinding his hips into hers, letting her feel the hard, thick evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her belly.

The feeling was electrifying. A fire, hotter and more demanding than any she had ever felt, roared to life deep within her.

It was a primal, ancient hunger, a need that went far beyond simple lust. It was the call of her blood, the instinct of a vampire presented with a powerful, virile mate, the smell of his alluring blood sending her into overdrive.

Her fangs, usually retractable and hidden, elongated in her mouth, the sharp points pricking her own lower lip. A desperate, overwhelming craving washed over her, so potent it made her dizzy.

She could smell him, not just his clean, masculine scent, but the rich, coppery aroma of his lifeblood pulsing just beneath his skin. It was the most intoxicating fragrance she had ever encountered, a siren’s call to her very soul. She wanted it. She needed

it. She needed to taste him, to feel his hot, powerful blood flooding her mouth, to claim him in the same way he was claiming her.

The thought was so powerful, so all-consuming, that she broke the kiss, her head falling back as a ragged, panting breath escaped her. Her crimson eyes, now glowing with a faint, hungry light, stared up at him.

“Jax…” she moaned, her voice thick with a need she could no longer disguise. “I… I need…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence, ashamed of her base, instinctual desire. But Jax understood. He saw the elongated fangs, the desperate hunger in her eyes. He didn’t recoil. He didn’t show fear or disgust. Instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive shell of her ear, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine. “Then take it,” he murmured, his hand tightening in her hair, tilting her head to the side, exposing the long, elegant column of her neck in a gesture of complete trust and submission. “Take what you need, my mate.”

Nulissa didn’t need to be told twice, she pressed Jax against the wall, looking at his neck, the vein there so alluring as she stood before him, her lips finding his sensitive skin as she could barely hang onto her sanity.

She didn’t bite yet, she kisses him there, a hot, open-mouthed kiss that made Jax’s toes curl from pleasure, and there she felt it, and then, she sunk her fangs into his neck.

It wasn’t a violent act. It was precise, controlled. A sharp, piercing sting gave way to a wave of intense, euphoric pleasure that washed over Jax, so powerful it made him moan and his cock twitch, almost cumming instinctively from the pleasure.

His body pressed into hers as Nulissa drew a slow, deep pull of his blood, and the taste was incredible. It was like liquid fire, like the richest wine, laced with ancient magic and the unique, sweet essence of Jax herself. It was the most potent, intoxicating thing she had ever tasted.

As she drank, the hunger inside her, the desperate need for his blood, reached a fever pitch.

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