A subtle smile curled Iseul’s lips and he nodded to acknowledge Damian’s oath. When the vampire kissed him, he let his lips linger, savoring the unique flavor of his lover along with the lingering taste of his own blood.

He lets his hand fall away from Damian’s face, fingers instead brushing over the spot where he’d been bitten. A quiet sigh slips from his and his lashes flutter before coming rest against his cheeks.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he admitted very softly. Like the bite? Like making love with Damian? All of the above. That spontaneous passion of it all was just… He still felt a little dizzy from it.