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His fingers retreated, and his weight shifted until he was kneeling between her knees behind her. She felt him lean down over her, one hand, clawed once more, pressed to the mattress beside her head, the metal digits of the other tightening around her hip. “Then I shall give you something to remember me by.”
That was the only warning she received before he rammed himself into her like a machine. She opened her mouth to let out a cry, but all breath had been robbed of her as her mind went white with ecstasy. He buried himself as far as he would go, using his weight and his strength to burrow deep. It ended her in that moment—but the dance had only just begun.
Mordred was going to take his time with her.
But that didn’t mean he was going to be kind about it.
Her thoughts were nothing but white noise as he set a relentless pace, pistoning inside of her as though he were trying to make a permanent home for himself. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. She could only feel. Hear his heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure over her mixing with her own mewls and cries as he made good on his promise.
She would never forget him.
And no one could ever live up to him.
His hand at her hip tightened, digging the tips of his claws just enough into her skin to sting. God, it felt so good. How could she go for a thousand years without this? How could she live without him?
When had she started begging for more between thrusts as he railed inside of her? But it was true. She wanted more. Wanted it harder. She begged him for it, barely audible, her voice nothing more than breathy sounds that vaguely resembled words.
He snarled and gave her what she was asking for. His weight shifted back, and he lifted her shoulders up from the bed. He grasped her wrists in his hands, yanking her back into his thrusts.
“Fuck—ah!” There was her voice again. Each impact sent a jarring flash of everything through her body. She was going to have bruises from this. Screw it. I heal fast now.
How long they went, she didn’t know—she didn’t care. But not even Mordred could go forever. He threw her back to the bed, collapsing over her, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he pounded into her like the wild animal of his metaphor.
He pressed her to the sheets, her hair once more fisted in his hand, as he bottomed out and held himself there, surging inside her. Claiming her. Making her his. The heat of it all, the sensations, sent her reeling into her own release again for the umpteenth time.
When she came back down to reality, barely able to fill her aching lungs, he was kissing her cheek, resting his weight on his elbows as he murmured words of love and praise to her. The next few moments were muddled. When she blinked her eyes open again, she was lying on her side next to him.
He stroked the back of a metal knuckle over her cheek. “There you are. I thought I had lost you for a moment.”
She only grunted. “Fuck.”
“That is accurate, yes.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Please forgive me.”
“I wanted it.” Not that she wasn’t going to be sore, healing be damned. She nuzzled closer to him.
“Not for that.” He wrapped his arms around her. “For everything.”
“Of course I forgive you.” She tucked her head beneath his chin. She was suddenly exhausted. Gee, couldn’t imagine why. “I love you, Mordred.”
“And I you, my firefly. And I you.”
It wasn’t long before she fell asleep in his arms.
Perhaps for the last time in a very long time.
No. I can’t give him up. I can’t let them win.
“I’ll find a way,” she murmured, half-asleep. “I’ll find a way to free you. I promise.”
“I’ll find a way to free you.”
Mordred smiled, heartbroken, as Gwen sleepily vowed to free him from the Iron Crystal. He would like to believe her—and he had faith in her sentiment. She would try. But she was so very young in comparison to the other elementals. Barely two decades of life compared to centuries and, in some cases, millennia.
She did not stand a chance.
But how he wished to believe that she would defeat the odds and free him from his imprisonment. But it begged the question—if she did destroy the Crystal, then what would follow?
It would be total war.
