“I’m sorry,” I whisper, dropping my forehead to his.
‘What for?’
‘For everything. All that’s happened is because I arrived here.’
‘Don’t ever apologize for coming into my life, Stóirín. There is no life without you.’
Maxon’s arms wrap around my back, and he draws me into his chest, my arms going around his neck. I press my cheek to his as we nuzzle each other. This is where I belong.
This is home.
In Maxon’s arms.
It doesn’t matter where I am as long as he is beside me.
“What stopped Alivar from taking you?” Maxon's voice is gruffas he speaks.
“I did.”
I feel his shock down the bond, and he pulls back, cupping my face, his eyes searching my face. “How? Alivar is strong, and he could have easily portalled you away before anyone knew you were gone.”
I shrug. “I think we were both shocked. I somehow managed to create a wall of water between us.”
“Water?”
Oh shit.
“Hmmmhmmm . . . ”
“Everly, where exactly were you? You said your chambers.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I reply, dropping a kiss to his lips.
His hands drop to my thighs, the move distracting me.
“It does to me.” His voice rumbles in his chest.
I gently place my fingers on his chest, absentmindedly running them over the texture of the leather. I bite my lip, knowing he is going to lose it. “I was in the bathroom.”
“And why would he be shocked?”
I tip my head back and groan, feeling my cheeks heat. “I was in the bath.”
Instantly, I can feel his anger and possessiveness flood our bond.
“He also saw my mark. He knows I’m yours,” I rush to reassure him.
Maxon’s grip on my thighs is firm and the low growl that comes from his chest sends a pulse of awareness through me. Desire surges through my veins, electrifying every inch of my body. The silver ring flares in his iris, his magic rising to the surface. Hot, dark and beautifully sexy. It skates over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. With a tight grip on my wrists, he brings my hands to his mouth and tenderly kisses each of myfingertips. The sensations send my heart into a frenzy, beating wildly in my chest.
In an instant, his hands drop mine and move up my body, cupping my breasts. His touch is like adding gasoline to an already burning fire. A barely audible groan escapes my mouth and I rock against his hard cock.
This is definitely not the time for this, but I can’t stop.
The friction of the fabric as I rock against him sends a swell of heat through my core. One of Maxon’s hands moves to my hip, his grip almost painful as he pulls me into him. The other hand sinks into my hair and cups the back of my head. I open my eyes, meeting with his intense and unwavering gaze. His lips hover just an inch away from mine, and I can feel the warmth of his breath. My tongue instinctively darts out, moistening my lips, wanting nothing more than to close the breath of space between us.
“You belong with me,” he growls, then his lips crash down on mine.
I moan into the kiss, our movements becoming frantic as I grind on his lap. I am so close; I am dizzy with need.
