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Emma
My throat closes up and my pulse skips from his words. How does he always say the right thing that makes my blood rush through my veins and my heart sing? I never wanted him to know details of my past or the sins I committed in Gehendra. I didn’t want those to weigh on him like they do for me, or for him to take one look at me and see a ruthless killer.
But I should have known he will see me with eyes that can read every page of my thoughts and look past the smeared ink of my sins. Should have known, that he will never judge me. The bond between us sizzles, causing heat to pool between my thighs. His eyes darken, becoming heavy with lust.
He’s so close. If I swipe my tongue between my lips, I could lick his. It’s so tempting, and I can’t stop my eyes from dropping to his lips that are begging me to taste. My heart is pounding in my ears, drowning out my sanity.
“Show me how to fly then,” I breathe against his lips, slowly dragging my eyes up into his that are half-lidded and full of heat.
The air is crackling with desire, growing thicker until I feel I might suffocate. This time, I can claim him as mine. I don’t have to pretend.
Draven must see where my thoughts have headed because a deep rumble vibrates from his chest as he crashes his lips to mine. He doesn’t just kiss me, he devours me. Stealing the moans that break free from my throat and swallowing them down as he claims them.
He doesn’t seek permission for me to open my lips to him; he pushes his tongue through the seam, demanding me to let him in. To let him show me how to fly. My hands come up to grab hold of his raven hair, gripping at the strands to pull him closer.
Teeth clashing. Tongues colliding and swirling together. And our moans mixing into one beautiful symphony.
“No games this time, little demon,” he rasps against my lips, throwing a dense wall of shadows to cover the perimeter of the room to block the sounds he’s about to conjure from me. “I want to fuck you hard and fast before I take you again and again. Slowly worshipping your body and your heart so I can show you how to fly high and make you fucking feel the depths of my love for you.”
His hands travel down my body, skimming down my legs and back up again. Teasing. “This silky little nightgown is going to be the death of me,” he says as he plays with the black lacy hem. “But right now, I only want to see it on the floor.”
In the next breath, he rips it over my head, my arms following the movement to help, eliciting a wave of chills down my spine. I gasp and arch my back off the bed when his mouth lands on my nipple before the fabric even hits the ground, sucking and nipping while his other hand slides to my other breast.
He’s anything but gentle and it makes my eyes want to roll to the back of my head in the instant rush of desire he’s building in my core.
My hands claw up his back to the nape of his neck. “I need you,” I whimper.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop before he sits back on his knees, reaching behind him with one hand to pull his shirt over his head in a smooth motion. Carved skin contours sharply against the warm glow from the fire, and my fingers desperately wish to follow the indents of his muscles from his chest all the way down his abs. To follow the light trail of hair that dips below his waistband.
“You have me,” he tells me roughly, knowing he’s watching me drink him in. But I don’t care. I’m ready for this. To allow myself to open my heart to hopes and possibilities. To love.
With quick movements, I get on all fours and crawl to him. He stands so I can help push his pants off as he kicks them aside before I pull his wrist to sit near the headboard.
I lick my lips at the way his muscles ripple with every move he makes. Once he’s situated, he lifts me up onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands grab hold of both of my cheeks as he starts to massage them, and I rock my hips as my slick center rubs up and down the hard ridge of his cock. His head tips back with a deep groan as his hips lift with mine.
I bite my lip on a moan and one of his hands slides up my back. Fingertips kiss the surface of every scar before he wraps his hand around the back of my neck.
The feeling of him against my warm heat makes my eyes close without realizing it, and when they flutter open, it's to find him watching every shift of my hips. The way our bodies slowly move together, building up the need of wanting to be filled.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you, feeling you suck my cock deep into your pussy. I’m about to fall off the edge of my control.” His fingers dig into my skin as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes deeply. “I desperately need to claim you. To complete the bond. To never lose you again.”
The bond. The one that ties me to him.
I’ve wanted this kind of connection with someone for so long, but it was only lost wishes that never reached the stars. Getting trapped in the dark box with me as they faded away, slowly becoming a distant fantasy, then a dream of what could be.
I’m tired of refusing myself something that will bring me happiness. A part of me wrestles with the thought that I might not make it when it's time to face Whiro, and that wouldn’t be fair to Draven. To have him endure that pain. But as of right now, I think I might truly die if I don’t bond with him. If I go another day not binding our souls, I feel as if mine will wither away.
So, I’m done holding back. He’s mine, just as I am his.
My breathing quickens as he licks and sucks at the curve of my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access. “Mark me as yours.”
He growls, teeth biting at my skin as he trails his lips up to my mouth, slanting over mine to consume me again. The way he kisses makes my head buzz and has me dripping my desire onto him.
He bends forward, making me lean with him as I hear a scrape from behind me. I see the glint of my dagger’s blade he took from the sheath when he brings it between us.
“I thought you said no games,” I say as I watch him slice his left palm.
“I promise you, it’s not. Do you trust me?”
