Chapter 98: Bound by Blood

Caitlin’s figure, delicate and small, seemed fragile as she rested in Zendedari’s embrace. His gaze roamed over her with a reverence he had not known before. The line of her throat, so smooth and graceful, the soft sheen of her skin, and her lips, slightly parted, tempted him in ways that went beyond blood. With a single sharp nail, he opened a wound in the thick muscles of his chest, pressing her mouth to it. As soon as her lips met his skin, a surge of heat coiled deep inside him, unexpected and overwhelming. His gut clenched, and desire shot through him, sharp and intoxicating. The feeling of her mouth on his skin was more than just nourishment—it was erotic, raw, and deeply intimate. Their minds merged as he held her close, a sensation both foreign and thrilling. Zendedari, who had always been isolated in his pain and fury, found himself drawn into an intimacy that was entirely new. In the midst of his personal hell—endless pain, seething hatred, and the relentless hunger for rev