Her legs wrap around my waist, dragging me deeper, her cries turning into pleading moans.“Yes ...yes, Zion.Don’t stop.Please.”
And then she says it.The words I can’t survive.The words I know she can’t mean.
“Yours ...always yours.”
My vision goes white.I pound into her like a man possessed, my knot swelling, pressing against her entrance.She sobs, clinging to me, whispering broken little nothings in my ear.
“I need you.Please don’t let me go.Stay with me.Keep me.”
I shove deep, my knot slamming inside, locking us together.I break every rule I have ever set for myself and The Sanctuary, but I don’t care.I am the one who enforces the rules.She screams my name as I spill into her, filling her until it leaks down her thighs, until I’m shaking from the force of it.
I hover over her throat, teeth bared, one breath away from sinking in and marking her forever.
But I don’t.Because as much as I crave it, as much as my body demands it, I know she’d hate me for it.So, I just hold her, my knot buried deep, my mark already fading, my obsession growing sharper by the second.
And I cling to her words, those sweet lies that tear me apart.Because one day, she’ll mean them.And when that day comes, I’ll never let her go.
Chapter Six
Shackled
Evangeline
My body aches everywhere.
It’s the kind of soreness that lives under the skin, between the bones, and seared into my muscles.My throat stings when I swallow, the imprint of his teeth still fresh, still raw.My thighs burn when I press them together, and between them, God help me, there’s nothing but slick shame.
I should hate him.I should hate Zion Black for what he did to me.For using me, claiming me in ways I never asked for.For unraveling me until I whispered lies I can never take back.
Yours.Always yours.
I meant it in the moment and if I am honest, I mean it still.No other man will ever replace the memory of him and this night.That’s the worst part.I wanted him.I wanted every brutal thrust, every filthy word, every promise that burned from his lips.I wanted his teeth in my throat, his knot locking me down, his scent drowning me.
Now?Now all I feel is shame even though I still want him.
I limp through the house, up the stairs to my room, trying not to wince with every step.My mother is waiting.Of course she is.
