Lennart's body trembled with the aftershock of Zedya's kiss. His powerful muscles felt weak, and her sweet taste mixed with the faint coppery flavor of his own blood lingered on his tongue, like the aftertaste of their vows carved in the flesh of their lips.
"I'm ready, my Zedya," Lennart said, placing his paws over her hands as she cupped his face before tracing his way along her arms, barely brushing her alabaster skin with the tips of his claws until he could hold her by the shoulders.
Zedya's eyes burned with a pale amethyst flame unlike any Lennart had seen from her before, and she radiated a predatory hunger that he'd previously only seen from other vampires, like Savis or Tausau. But mixed with that hunger was a deep desire that left Lennart yearning to throw himself into her arms, answering the heat of her desire with his own.
