The room swayed and another wave of néktar struck at me hard, dizzying my head, proving I was not sated—I needed more. I squirmed in Asterion's hold, tore the skirt of the slip, and we both moaned as flesh kissed. And again, his strength rushed at me, filling me, feeding me. And this time, I could not withstand its force. I'd been starved and then feasted. My blood was heavy and drunk with fresh energy, and it swam unevenly in my veins. I swooned into nothing, into Asterion's arms perhaps, although I'd hardly left them, and soft lips brushed my forehead as I sank back into the slumber I'd
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