Clare POV:
One minute, I was soaring—lost in the crashing waves of pleasure, my body trembling from the intensity.
The next, I was screaming his name, the sound ripping from my throat as bliss exploded through me in shattering, uncontrollable pulses.
If someone had asked my name in that moment, I swear I wouldn't have been able to answer.
My thoughts were completely scrambled—my mind a haze of euphoria and fog.
Then I looked up... and everything changed.
Blaze's eyes—usually dark, haunting, magnetic—
shifted.
No.
They transformed.
Pools of pure, bottomless black. No whites. No pupils. Just… darkness. Swallowing. Consuming. Otherworldly.
Something primal and ancient curled cold fingers down my spine.
Then, in a voice not entirely his—darker, deeper, laced with something else—he said:
"Mate. Mine."
The words echoed. Like a promise. Like a curse.
