“The phoenix is you.” He kisses my throat, sucking on my pulse, and I arch, giving him further access. “M-me?” “You’re a beautiful mythical being who can be born from the ashes of your illness.” “And the tree of life?” My words end on a moan as he keeps sucking and devouring my throat. “That’s me. I believed I could contain your rebirth, every time.” “Oh, Eli.” I clutch his cheeks and kiss him, wedging my tongue between his teeth and sucking on his.
