This isRohak.He’s a General for Fate’s sake. He’ll be fine.I repeated the mantra over and over in my head as my Bonded slowly undressed me, baring every inch of skin to him before doing the same to himself.
The entire time he moved, he kept his gaze fixed on mine, probing down the Bond to check my emotions.
Rohak never said anything—he didn’t have to. He simply held my eyes with his own before replacing his gaze with his hands, rough callouses caressing my skin and setting fire to my blood.
Gently, he laid me down on the rug, covering my body with his as his fingers found my most intimate place.
I gasped quietly at the intrusion, long digits probing my walls and slowly bringing wetness to my sex.
Rohak braced himself above me, a stoic god in the dying firelight.The shadows played against the planes of his face and the ridges of his muscles as they rippled with movement.
He was a sight to behold, and I greedily drank in every inch in case it was the last time.
Tears fell unchecked from my eyes, saturating my hair and the rug beneath us. The same emotion was reflected in his deep forest irises, pain of the unknown driving our motions until I came undone beneath him, muscles clenching his fingers and dying to keep him inside.
Without a word, Rohak moved between my legs. He spread my knees wide before pushing them to my chest. I was practically folded in half as Rohak came over the top, his chest inches from mine, foreheads pressed together as he thrust inside.
I cried out both from the sensation and the emotions boiling just beneath the surface.
My hands scrambled for purchase against his back, pulling him closer, closer, closer until nothing separated us. Rohak’s thrusts were even and measured, his cock dragging against my walls as he chased his release, chased the intimacy that would carry us through the next harrowing hours.
“My love,” he rasped into my neck. “My love, my life. My Bonded. My Faylinn.”
Emotion poured from my eyes with his words, chest stuttering on uneven breaths as I kissed every inch of his face.
“My Rohak. My General. My protector.Mine.”
The last of my words cut off on a broken sob, Rohak’s tears mingling with my own as he pumped his hips once, then twice, stilling inside me as his cock twitched with his release.
My sobs wracked my body harder as I wrapped my arms and legs around his back, desperately trying to keep him with me, even knowing that our limited time was already at an end.
Without a word, face shiny with grief, Rohak pressed a hard kiss against my lips before extracting himself from my hold.
He dressed quickly as I lay on the floor, desperately trying to regain control of my emotions.
“I love you, Faylinn. Please know that every decision I make is because I love you and cannot bear the thought of losing you. It would . . . break me, knowing you were in harm’s way.”
My tears dried, breath hiccupping in my chest as I sat up, glaring at my Bonded.
“What aren’t you saying, Rohak?”
The General was dressed once more, green eyes hard and determined, even as I felt mourning down the Bond.
“I need to know where you are and that you are safe,” he said, his tone and hard set of his jaw brokering no argument. “You will stay here. In the Academy, safe from whatever is coming our way.”
“Absolutelynot,” I barked, fighting to my feet and scrambling to get my clothes on before he left the room. “I am coming with you. Where you go, I go, remember?”
“I do, Faylinn. But not this time,” he said.
I nearly screamed in frustration as I hopped into my pants.Does he seriously think he can just fuck me and tell me to stay put?!
Clearly, he heard me down the Bond.
Rohak growled at me—literallygrowled—before striding away with a sharp, “This conversation is over.”
It was absolutely far from over.
Chapter Ninety-Three
