I belonged to him and he belonged to me.
Nothing else mattered beyond that knowledge.
If I wanted monogamy, he would give it to me because my desires rivaled his own. He showed me that in his mind, the openness to spending eternity with me and me alone.
You’re all I want,he whispered into my thoughts.You’re the one I never knew I needed. All the others were passing amusements on my path to finding you, my true equal, my intended mate. None of this should even be possible, but fate ensured we would find each other. And now I’ll do everything to make sure I’m worthy of you, Calina. We’ll figure this out as a team. Just you and me. Because that’s who we are together.
My heart threatened to explode, the sensation new and a little unnerving. But I welcomed the heat that followed, the warmth stroking every inch of me as he deepened our kiss.
His earlier notion of claiming every part of me melted into a new kind of need, one founded in mutual affection and the promise linking our spirits.
Goose bumps pebbled down my arms, my body reacting to the onslaught of emotions and thoughts coming from him, all of them grounded in his intentions for us, his vows to keep me safe, and his desire to deepen our connection even more.
He wanted a future.
He wanted to explore all the opportunities that existed between us.
And most importantly, he needed me.
It was all so new, so young, yet ancient in our minds. Like we’d already known each other for an eternity but had just found each other again.
I never want to lose you,he said, his hands returning to my hips as he lifted me into the air.
My legs automatically circled his waist as he pressed my back up against the wall. The cool tile sent a shiver down my spine that his groin soon counteracted as he pressed himself into the apex between my thighs. It left me hot and cold. Aroused and aware. Ready and on the edge of begging for more.
You’re mine, Calina,he vowed. Just as much as I’m yours. The bond may only require one of us to remain faithful to the other, but the connection is founded on the need to create an immortal soul mate. I have no desire to ever belittle that gift, love. No desire to ruin anything between us. I’ve always adored sex, not necessarily the art of being playful with others.
He angled his hips and slid inside me without warning, his cock filling me to completion and drawing a gasp from my lips.
It’s fucking that I enjoy,he informed me, his voice a sensual hiss to my senses. “More specifically,” he continued out loud. “It’syouthat I enjoy fucking, Calina. Only you.” He drove his point home with a harsh thrust, stealing the air from my lungs and swallowing my resulting cry of passion with his mouth.
Every shift of his hips was accompanied by a new thought. A promise. A sensation. An emotion. A benediction.
He told me how he would never tire of being inside me. Not just sexually, but mentally, too.
He told me how he wanted to keep me.
He told me how he wanted me to keep him.
He told me we were destined for each other.
He told me our spirits had been engaged for eternity and we just didn’t know it until we’d finally met.
He thanked me for existing. He thanked fate for giving him a perfect mate. He worshipped me with his mind and body, his lips caressing mine before traveling to my neck to lick and suck at my pulse without breaking the skin.
He was addicted to my essence.
He called me an enchantress.
He called mehis.
His hands stayed on my hips, angling me to receive him deeper, his body telling me to obey him. To come. To shatter around him. To squeeze his shaft hard and claim him as mine.
I obeyed, my thighs clenching as an orgasm rippled through my limbs, leaving me trembling and shaking against him.
Tears tracked down my face, not just from the pleasure of our union but also from the words he’d echoed into my thoughts and the emotions that went with them.
We kissed again, our tongues speaking for us now as he continued to fuck me against the wall. He wanted me to climax again, to prove to him with my body that I was exactly where I should be.
