Squeezing her curves, he lifted her legs around his midsection. His tunic rode up her thighs in a deliciously sinful way. Fire pooled in her core, coursed through her veins. She wanted him so much that she feared she would come apart if she didn’t have him.
“I need to be inside you,kyreni,” he said hoarsely. “Right now.”
Sparks ignited in her veins as he echoed her own desires. “Kyreni?” she murmured.
He pressed her against the wall and nuzzled her neck, his fangs scraping over the soft flesh there, his hands pulling up on the tunic. “It’s the cord that connects our hearts. If the artery is badly injured or severed, both will suffer and fail. Kyreni—my heartscord.”
It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever called her.
Pulling the material over her head in an instant, he bared her to him. Watching him as he took in her naked form was a spiritual experience. His pupils dilated, his tongue slowly licked across his bottom lip, and then he smiled. It was a ravenous, dark smile that was so completelyhimshe gasped.
This was hermate.
Roughly, he pulled his already hard length from his trousers, his gaze never leaving her.
She whimpered with need, bracing herself against the wall as he lined himself up with her entrance.
“You’re so perfect,” he said thickly. “Already wet for me.” The broad tip of him pushed inside, opening her up for him. She bit her lip and wiggled her hips impatiently.
But he was merciful—in a single thrust, he filled her completely.
Isobel cried out at the same time Ved groaned with relief.
“I thought I had lost you,” he growled as he pulled almost all the way out of her and drove in again. His gaze was all wild storms as every inch of him throbbed within her.
“Ithought,” she panted, “I was going to lose you, too. I never want to feel that way again, Ved.”
“I won’t allow it,” he rumbled, pressing the thigh he held back and pushing himself impossibly deeper. “You’re mine now, Isobel. Not just for tonight, but forever.”
Forever.
Fully in control, he moved her up and down his shaft. His hips rocked forward. The rhythm was punishing and rough, ravenous and possessive. Whatever he was seeking, she was, too, her body becoming pliant in his hold. She gripped his powerful shoulders, fisted his hair, dug her nails into him as he drove into her again and again. Each thrust was a promise, and each carnal noise that left them echoed their need for each other.
His tongue laved across her collarbone, over her breasts, and still he didn’t slow. Pressure built inside her as they careened toward an inevitable conclusion. The ridges and bulges of his shaft swelled and pressed into her, filling her more. His fangs teased her nipples as he sucked and nipped at the supple flesh around them.
“Ved,” she whined—for mercy or more, she couldn’t know.
“You were made for me,” he said roughly, his movements erratic now. “I’m going to lock inside your tight heat. Fill you so full of my seed and make you mine.”
As he said it, he buried himself as deep as he could with a groan. His base became fuller, harder, pressing on all sides of her walls until he could do nothing but pulse within her. She clenched around him to keep him there even as her body stretched to fit him.
Pain and pleasure twisted together sensually and overwhelmed her. Shewasmade for him. Her body was made to take him, her heart to hold him.
They were always meant to find each other.
“Come with me,kyreni,” he rasped.
And her body obeyed. Light fractured in her vision as jolts of pleasure undulated through every nerve. His seed filled her in hot, thick spurts that only added to the greatness of her release. She was sofullof him.
“You take my knot so well,” Ved praised, voice ragged. “So perfect for me, sogood.” Spasms from his climax devastated him, his muscles straining, even as he held her shaking body in his strong grasp. He tried to thrust deeper, his full base throbbing.
“Nevskol. Have to—” He pumped his hips shallowly, his knot lodging within her with more finality. “Fill you up,” he groaned. “Your tight little—” His pupils dilated and his lips parted, all four of his big fangs showing as he panted. More of his seed filled her as his hold tightened on her.
Pressure built and built, forming into a new sensation that was somehow all satisfaction and greed, pleasure and ache. Whining, she tried to wiggle off his shaft, to escape the intensity, but he was well and truly locked within her.
“Isobel,” he pleaded just as she was dragged into an unending ocean of release.
Surely, some cosmic shift occurred as they shattered and reformed. Planets collided and stars bowed to the very force they’d become. They traveled the span of the galaxy in the space left between their bodies.
