49 | Perhaps

*** Eamon’s POV

I had no intention of pushing Liliana's control any further tonight, though it was tempting to keep her teetering on the edge just a little longer. The long, lonely years had twisted me a bit like that, turning my need for connection into something slightly sadistic.

But I’m working on it.

Instead, I treated her to some vanilla love for the rest of our evening until we were both too exhausted to move. The intensity of our earlier connection had drained us, leaving only a tender warmth between us.

I think she was halfway to sleep when she reached her last orgasm, her body completely relaxed as she let go. Fenri curled up in the corner of my mind, thoroughly satisfied with himself.

The night had taken its toll on both of us—Liliana, physically, and me, emotionally. I wasn't afraid to admit that her awakening had stirred things in me I hadn’t felt in centuries. Over two hundred years had passed since I lost my first mate, and I couldn't help but marvel at the improbability