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Dade
My cock slid back inside her with no assistance.
She was ready, dripping ready for me. This time, there was no muted scream traveling down my throat, but a garbled cry, choked and silenced by her own shock as I planted myself deep and let her feel me.
Let her feel everything.
I’d experienced the pleasure of bringing myself to orgasm countless times by my own hand, the finest of wines, cuts of meats, and the sweet taste of victory. Yet nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, felt quite like this.
I was certain nothing in the entire universe would feel like her—a haunting song unraveling in violent creation beneath me, enveloping me, squeezing me, ruining me for all else always.
To be inside her, to move with her, to kiss her, was to have her sink beneath the marrow of my bones, enabling her to haunt me forevermore.
My teeth scraped over that soft, sweet-scented skin, nipping, dragging—I was damned near feral with the urge to make sure I lived inside her the way she would me.
Soft mewls soon grew rasped, her satin thighs slipping over my own and my hips. Deeper, I delved, my hands fisted in her hair and my lips climbing the elegant column of her throat. I kissed her pulse, then I gave in to the impulse that was thrumming through me too hard to ignore any longer, and my teeth pierced her flesh.
Opal stilled, her climbing hands at my back trembling over my wet skin. I couldn’t stop, kept my teeth there, the coppery essence of her slowly invading my mouth and sinking into my taste buds. My hips pi
A gasp, and then her hands flew into my hair. I felt my eyes widen, thinking she’d pull me away, but no, she pushed, cradling my head with those tiny hands.
She wanted more.
My blood roared, a growl of approval leaving me, and I sucked and kissed where I’d marked her and kept circling my hips, pressing into her as she moaned and squirmed beneath me.
Her heat tightened around me, and I tore away from her neck, whispering so she knew, so she couldn’t yell at me about it later, “I’ve marked you.”
Her golden eyes were glossed, lids heavy, and she panted between the slow curl of her perfect bow-shaped lips, “I know.” Her leg moved, nudging at my side, and I read the intention in her eyes, placing a kiss on her ankle as I rose higher and tucked her leg over my shoulder.
I sank a little deeper, my eyes threatening to roll skyward. “Shit,” I breathed. “Fucking shit.” Shaking my head, I forced myself to check her, my attention getting snagged at her chest. Her tits heaved, sweat collecting between them, rosy pink nipples begging for my tongue. I gave it to them, her breathing sharpened, and murmured, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she admitted, voice quaking when I stilled. “But it also feels good. So good.”
I released her breast, frowning down at her. “Want me to move? I fear I won’t last long if I do, and I’m quite happy to stay inside you like this until we’re forced from these rooms.”
Her eyes twinkled, fingers trailing over my shoulders, dancing into the sweaty divots. Popping one in her mouth, she smiled around it, and I might have released myself a little inside her at the sight. “Are you saying you’d allow someone to take me from you?”
Outraged, I snarled. “Never.”
Dragging her thumb over my bottom lip, her eyes following the movement, she said in a tone I couldn’t decipher, “That’s what I thought.”
“You thought right.” I nipped at her thumb, then stole it with my teeth and tongue, loving the way her golden eyes flared and her body curled into mine. “From the moment I saw you, before the bond noosed itself around our souls, I realized if I’d wanted anything before you”—I swallowed over a growing tightness in my throat, in my chest, and kissed her finger—“then I hadn’t truly wanted it at all.”
“So you came back,” she whispered, blinking slowly.
“I came back.” I brushed her hair from her cheek, then said, “I told myself it was for the right reasons, but Opal…” Breath rushed from me, my tongue tangled with things I shouldn’t be saying but couldn’t hold inside. “I’m worried.” My voice lowered to a graveled whisper. “I’m worried I don’t know what that is anymore.”
Her lips spread, tongue darting out to wet them, then she dragged her thigh back around my waist and gripped my face. “This.” My eyes sank into hers, the warmest most hypnotizing gold, her words like a promise staked to my soul. “This is what’s right.”
My mouth ravaged hers, and we rolled, hands threaded into hair, hearts thrashing in tandem—lost to ourselves once more.
Sleep soon took her, took us both, but when I felt her ass move against my cock, it left with a speed I’d never encountered before.
I kissed her arm, her shoulder, nuzzled her neck and moved her hair atop her head to grant me better access.
My stolen princess woke moaning, the sweetest song I’d ever heard, and clasped the hand I had at her waist, moving it around her body—moving it lower and parting her thighs.
Fuck, she was magic. Everything about her made just for me.
Her warmth unfolded around my finger, already wet, the scent of our previous lovemaking only driving my need higher when those luscious thighs spread wide. I shifted closer, lifting her leg back and over mine, and eased back inside paradise.
A croaked, choked sound left her, but I took my time, sinking all the way in and rubbing her shoulder with my lips. I made to remove my hand to grip her breast, but Opal pressed it back between her legs, at that nub of nerves that, when coaxed the right way, made her blast apart.
My gut tightened, my cock twitching inside her as she stole my pointer finger and twirled it around herself. I let her lead the charge and slowly withdrew from her body, both of us groaning when I slid back in.
We said nothing, and nothing needed saying. I fucked my swan until she detonated with a silent cry, my fingers now at her neck, around it and gripping gently, forcing her eyes and lips to mine as I pounded every ounce of pleasure from her body with slow, hard thrusts.
She didn’t curse me out when I spilled myself inside her this time, but she did turn, her head stuffed under my chin and her arms slithering tight around me, fingers dancing over my back. Our legs tangled, and I held her close, as close as I could without suffocating her, and lost myself within this strange dreamy realm.
With my fingers in her soft hair, twirling, rubbing gently at her scalp as she drifted off to sleep, I wondered if that was what the mating bond did. I knew it would tether souls, enrich an attraction that already existed, and allow you to feel when that part of your existence was in trouble, but I’d never heard about this.
This unexplainable feeling inside my chest that burned and cooled and terrified and thrilled.
A few hours later, the sun was up, as was the rest of the Keep, but though I knew she had to be sore, my swan still hungered as much as I did and reached down to touch me, rousing me from sleep. She wanted more.
I couldn’t refuse her. Even if I wasn’t afraid of this being the last time she so freely gave herself to me, I still didn’t want to. I wouldn’t leave her. I refused to even if I could. Not until I’d felt her come undone around me one last time, that lithe body rupturing and shaking and fingers clawing as though I were her only tether to what I’d already found.