Mona’s hand wrapped around his cock, and he jerked against her with a low gasp. She squeezed, and he moved his mouth lower to bite hard on her shoulder.
Mona cried out, arching backward, delighting in how the pain from his bite sizzled through her veins like lightning. Goddess, he made herfeelso much.
And she wanted to feel it all.
She spread her legs, her feet digging into his back. His fingers glided along her center, teasing her. Taunting her.
“Now,” she commanded in a strained voice. She was in no mood for games. She had to have himnowor she might die all over again.
His mouth curled into a smirk, his eyes wild and crazed. Right now, he was her feral beast. Even without Typhon, he was still volatile and unhinged.
And she loved him for it.
With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, making her moan loudly. He filled her with such completion, such perfection, that she wanted to preserve this moment, to memorize it and capture it forever. Her legsspread even wider as he pushed harder, making her see stars.
“Goddess, Evander,” she gasped when he withdrew and plunged into her once more. She lifted her hips, allowing him to drive into her harder. Deeper.Faster.
His pace became wild. Punishing. The cot creaked beneath them, far too feeble to withstand their violent movements.
But neither of them cared. Evander was pounding into her mercilessly, and the rage of her pleasure was mounting more and more until she thought she would drown in it.
“More,” she urged him, her voice barely more than a breath. “More.”
Evander grunted something unintelligible, grabbing one of her legs and hitching it upward so he could slam into her again. The angle of his cock driving into her made her dizzy with delight. She cried out again, sweat pouring down her neck. With his other hand, Evander tugged her tunic to the side and massaged her breast, capturing a nipple between his fingers and pinching.
Mona’s climax washed over her like a tidal wave, burying her. Drowning her. Obliterating her entirely. She continued to meet his thrusts with her own, chasing her climax over the edge, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Evander’s breaths became more hoarse. He groaned and growled, the sounds animalistic and manic.
Crack.
The legs of the cot snapped in two, and with a jolt, the two fell in a heap on its broken remains.
Mona gasped, clinging to Evander’s arms, her eyes wide.But he was lost in his passion, his eyes closed and his face covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Are—Are you hurt?” he rasped.
“No,” she said. “Don’t stop, Evander.”
He groaned, thrusting deeper. Her thighs spread, her legs tightening around him. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arms. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue roving over his lips.
With a violent shudder, he spilled into her, his body convulsing with his own climax. Her hips rolled, coaxing out every last drop from him.
“I’m yours, Evander,” she whispered as he leaned his sweaty head on her shoulder. They were both gasping for breath, their bodies tangled and sweaty. The broken cot was in pieces beneath them, but they didn’t care. “For all eternity, my soul is yours.”
Evander kissed her forehead. “For all eternity,” he echoed.
REIGN
PRUE
“I have donewhat I can to heal him,” Marina said to Prue, her voice quiet so as not to disturb Cyrus, who was sleeping. “He will wake when his body is ready. But he has been through an ordeal. And his eye cannot be repaired.”
Prue took a shuddering breath and clutched her chest, then nodded. “I—I understand. Thank you, Marina.”
Marina nodded, then strode for the tunnels, stopping when Prue called after her.
“Marina? Is—Is the coven going to be all right?”
