Releasing my hair, he reaches under me, slipping a finger against the bundle of nerves between my legs. He draws slow, lazy circles around the center of me and—
I fucking shatter against him.
Reduced to stardust.
Again. Just like he wanted.
I burst into light as I melt into the universe, screaming his name.
Pulling myself from him, I turn, shoving him onto his back. His surprised expression turns into his signature smirk as I climb over him. Bracing my hands on his chest, I slowly lower myself onto him, relishing the absolute fullness of him. My mind goes blank, moving on instinct with him—both of us racing toward sheer pleasure.
His hands fly to my hips, yanking me down onto him with a forceful thrust. His pleasured moan is nearly enough to send me over the edgeagain. My hips move, rolling against him as I ride him to the brink. Every muscle in my body winds in tight, his deep moans a heady drug—
“That’s it, little love, don’t stop.”His breathy voice rings clearly in my mind and,fuck, it’s going to be my undoing.
His lust, his intense desire, rips through our bond, and I’m launched into the stars crying out once again. His grip on my hips grows tight, to the point of bruising, the kind of pain that sweetens the ecstasy. His own release finds him and with a thundering roar, he pulls me down to him, his lips demanding mine.
Riding through his waves of pleasure with him, my nails dig into his chest. He clutches me close, his hands traveling up my back, pulling me into him. Giving him the full weight of me, I lay upon him, letting our pounding hearts thrum against one another.
He trails his fingers over my shoulder and down my spine, pressing a soft kiss to my brow. Tilting my face to his, he gives me a playful smirk.
“Eternity won’t be long enough.”
“No,”he says with another kiss.“It won’t be.”
Time loses meaning when we’re together.
As does every other demand of the realms.
And for gods know how long, we lay beside one another. Me curled in his arms, pressed as closely as possible, needing his warmth. Kissing my brow, Ryc brushes my hair out of my face with gentle fingers.
“We can’t spend the evening lying around here. At least not nude,”I say with a small laugh.“Castlestaff—”
“Will gossip?”He arches his scarred dark brow.“Let them. They already whisper you’ve bewitched me, siren. I want them to know I’m the reason you sing.”
Leveling a flat glare at him, he bursts into laughter.
“Yes,” he says in a near growl. “I thrive on your scowls, little love,”he teases, an impish grin on his face. “Give them all to me and only to me.”
With a scoff of a laugh I reply, “Demon.”
Dragging his hand to my hip, his fingers still entwined with mine, he pulls me closer.
I already know what’s coming.
“Yourdemon,” he laughs and I can’t keep the smile from my face.
Slipping his hand from mine, he sits up. Assuming he’s listening to my suggestion of getting dressed, I do the same, reaching for my pants. They’re strung over a low hanging branch in a rather haphazard manner. My shirt, on the other hand, has been rendered to scrap.
“Oh no, wife,” Ryc laughs, lifting me into his arms.
Wife.
I’m hiswife.
And he’s myhusband.
Good gods, I’m fucking married.
