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The bond sinks into my chest. It penetrates my soul. It burns every vein and every inch of flesh. It rips away every barrier between us.
“Mine!” I growl before I capture her mouth.
Another plunge inside her, and she imprisons me with her thighs. Her cunt clutches me more tightly. Her kiss destroys centuries of desolation.
Everything in my body converges. I cannot breathe. I cannot stop. I can only grip her wrists, stare into her eyes, and shout my throat raw.
My world explodes.
Every part of me lights up. She burns me. She consumes me. Satisfaction roars through my body as I climax like the pleasure will never end. Like it will shatter me into a million pieces.
Ecstasy overtakes me, and I pour my seed into her in a hot, never-ending stream of bliss.
“Marrok!” Olivia sinks her teeth into my shoulder as she cries out, her cunt clamping on me, prolonging my seemingly endless orgasm.
When pleasure releases its chokehold on me, I feel spent. My heart rate slows from its wild rush. I find myself boneless and languid as I have not been in over a millennium.
“Fuck,” I pant, slumping against her.
I have given her every bit of vigor I could. I surrendered a part of myself that I have never given another.
Is it enough to save her?
Chapter Twenty-Three
My chest tightens as I search Olivia’s face. Beneath me, she glows with vitality in the moonlight, not only alive but amazingly alert, as if her hours of life-threatening illness never occurred.
Relief floods me, lifting a crushing weight off my back. I hold her tighter, feeling lighter than I have in centuries.
Millie was right. A rousing romp in the hay to mutual satisfaction solved everything.
But how did I finally manage orgasm?
Magic…or something more complicated?
In a millennium and a half, I have bedded thousands of women. Since running afoul of Morgana, her curse withheld climax every time. Until tonight. Until Olivia. Because I focused on her and her pleasure instead of my own need? Did that release the black heart Morgana accused me of possessing?
Or mayhap our bond overrode the hex. Not only the vows we exchanged, but my growing attachment to Olivia. Indeed, as I hold her against me, our connection swells, twice as thick and dense. ’Tis like a tangible rope tying us together. I have been alive for centuries, but before her I was dead inside.
I would do anything for her. I will fight to protect her. I will kill any who dare touch her.
Did those feelings revoke my curse?
Olivia blinks up at me and frowns, her confusion turning to shock as she unwraps her legs from around me. “Oh, my god! What happened? Get off me.” She jerks against the restraints around her wrists. “And untie me!”
Every instinct I possess as a man, as her mate, urges me to remain buried deep inside her.
“Are you listening? Let me up.”
“Nay.” She is mine. I will not release her.
Olivia gapes, her expression between incredulity and anger. Would it be wrong to tell her she looks lovely, all flushed and freshly fucked?
“Aye,” she mimics. “Get the hell off of me and tell me what’s going on.”
“If you cannot recall, I would be most agreeable to demonstrate again.”
“Just tell me. How did we get…”
