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In and out at a slow and steady pace.
Hard.
Languid.
I showed her with my body what I hadn't said with my words.
I clasped my hands with hers, holding them above her head. The places our palms connected pulsed and sparked. Our souls tangled restlessly.
My body ached in burning ecstasy as I moved inside Raven. The euphoria fissured all my jagged pieces before putting me back together. I felt a new kind of strength, a new level of purpose.
It wasn't so much that she was mine, it was that I was hers. Her shield. Her dagger. Her acolyte, existing to worship at her feet.
Raven held tight, squeezing my hands. Her hips lifted each time I plunged deep, taking everything I offered.
My balls drew up and I fought my release.
Raven whispered pleas for me to let her come. I obliged, lifting my torso slightly to grind against her heated core.
Her body went rigid under me, momentarily suspended in the first wave of her climax. She cried out, abruptly moving with urgency.
Her moans filled the room, the walls, and my head. Her face twisted in sweet agony, her mouth opened, but I couldn't hear the words. The deep, satisfied moan as I brought her over the edge was the only sound I recognized, the only mentation my mind could process.
With one last, powerful thrust, I held my shaft still while she continued to spasm around me. Powerless to this siren's call, I emptied myself into the wet heat constricting around my cock.
The rapturous moment was directly ruined by the painful singe under my right palm. I froze, my brain catching up to my body. With a wild bellow, I ghosted across the room.
Raven flew upright, wide eyes seeking me in the dim room. "Casimir?" she called with trepidation.
Shaking so hard I had trouble becoming corporeal, I didn't answer immediately. For a moment I worried I'd never be able to shift back, so stricken with what had almost happened.
My female grabbed the sheet and tried to lift it up, but she quickly released it, looking down at her open palm. Her face turned towards me but I was still merely a shadow in the dark.
"Is this what spooked you?" Her worried note staked me in the chest.
"It's okay," she soothed, sliding to the side of the bed.
"No, stay there."
"It's okay," she repeated, inching a foot towards the ground. “I want you. I want this.”
"No," I snapped, loathing myself for speaking to her as though she'd done something wrong.
Yet I was unable to stop my lips from forming the words. "Don't get up. Don't come over here. Don't say it's okay. It's not okay."
"I'm not upset with you, Casimir. We're soulmates and committed to being together. I–I feel so much for you, more than I ever thought I could. This was going to happen sooner or later."
That last declaration exterminated the shakes of anxiety and roused the embers of bitterness rooted in my soul. Not at her, never at my mate, but with the consequences.
"You're wrong," I retorted grimly, emotions getting the better of me. "Are you marked?"
Unblinking, Raven studied the space I was occupying. "Are you?" she countered.
I shifted out of shadow form and held my palm up to my face. A tiny muted line could be seen above my lifeline. It extended no further.
"Halle-fucking-luiah,” I sagged in relief. “Not a full mark. The gods have finally taken pity on me."
Eagerly, I strode towards Raven to look at hers. She recoiled at my approach. Confusion and hurt marred her beautiful face and halted me in my tracks.
