Ilkar didn't stop at one bite.
Driven by a manic, desperate hunger, Ilkar buried his face back into her neck.
He bit down again, hard, tearing into the delicate skin of her shoulder.
Eiravyne shrieked, a raw, sobbing sound of pure agony, but he ignored her pain, his lips pressing tight against the wound.
He began to suck, drinking in her blood.
Then ..
He bit her again, lower, near the collarbone, drinking greedily, asserting his terrifying, absolute ownership over her body and her power.
To Karl and Ilomina, the display was sickeningly intimate, a brutal violation .
"Ilkar, stop! Please!" Ilomina screamed from the floor, but her cries did nothing to pierce his madness.
With a final, sharp nip that left her gasping, Ilkar pulled back.
His chin and lips were smeared with her magical blood.
He looked down at her, shaking, bleeding, and entirely spent beneath him.
"Mine," he growled, the word thick and possessive.
