Page 119 of Fated to the Demon Lord

“What are you⁠—”

“I need proof that you are healed before I lose all control.” He peeled off the gauze to reveal my mended skin, with only light scars remaining.

He traced the lines. “I hate that you’ll always have this reminder.”

“I don’t. These are my battle scars. Reminders of what I was willing to do to protect you and those I love. Just like you'll always have reminders.”

He brushed his lips against my scar and then worked his way upward, kissing my breasts, breaking the bonds of my other wrappings as he went. I arched as he brushed his lips up my neck, breaking away the last wrapping on my shoulder.

He kissed my lips and I opened my mouth, letting him sweep in. When he pulled back, I took his face in my hands. “Now will you fuck me?”

“As you command, my lady.”

“Your mate.”

“My mate. My love.”

He drew backward until he was off the table and undid his clothes, casting them aside. The ebony marks on his body curled around him.

Signs of a heart-wrenching sacrifice for me. They were beautiful.

He grabbed my legs. “Denara…” he rumbled.

“Do what you want to me, Vaelor.”

He tugged me to the edge of the table and leaned over me, his hands roving over my flesh as he kissed my stomach and moved downward till he reached my clit. I gasped as pleasure sparked in the form of a needful ache.

He lingered there, drawing moans from me, but then pulled away. “I learned a new trick, thanks to you. Hopefully, it’s something we can both enjoy.”

I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but another moan slipped out as he eased his cock into me. Yes, fill me. Gods, I never knew how badly I needed him inside me until I realized how empty I was without him.

He thrust into me, over and over. Moving faster and faster. Vaelor’s breaths ragged.

“What…trick…” I gasped.

A wicked smile grew across his face. “This.”

He blurred for an instant, and a second later Vaelor, in his spirit form, stood next to me. My eyes widened. Oh yes, that trick. “You don’t need me to cast the spell?”

“I still sense the energy inside me.”

“But… the book said…”

Vaelor groaned. “For once, forget the fucking book.” His body still thrust within me as his spirit remained in that spot and watched us, something hot and burning in his eyes. “I can feel it… Denara. Myself inside you,” he moaned.

Vaelor’s spirit crawled up on the table, looking down on me, his tail roving over my body. It sank between my legs. I arched, gasping for air.

While his bonded form continued thrusting into me, his spirit form clutched my throat, claiming me. “You like that, don’t you?” His tail twisted against my clit, dragging against it. “You yearn for more,” he growled into my ear. “And so do I.”

Gods, to have him inside me and sparking the most pleasure. My body raged, and I grabbed him. Both forms were familiar to me. Both were him. The surrounding mist curled about my arms and legs, a coldness that contrasted the raging heat between my legs. It moved across my skin and gathered against the exact spot where Vaelor’s tail toyed at my clit. I cried out as cold met heat.

His spirit hand drew along my flesh. His nails traced my lips and then pulled them wider.

“Stay open for me, human.”

He eased up, his tail never leaving my heat, and slid his cock into my open mouth.

Vaelor groaned. “Hell, yes. Suck, Denara. Clasp those gorgeous lips around me.”