Petra exhaled slowly. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“You’re mine forever,” he warned her, expression utterly devoid of softness.
“I think I can handle that, too,” she whispered.
Silas’s hands traveled up her back. They spanned both sides of her ribcage when he said, “Good. Now make me yours.”
It didn’t take a genius to understand what he was commanding her to do.
Petra touched their foreheads together and closed her eyes as a bolt of longing, so powerful it nearly stole her breath, hit her. “It’ll knock you out.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” He tightened his hold on her, plastering them together. She could feel him hardening against the apex of her thighs. Her body, trained to respond to him at a moment’s notice, came alive again when he rucked up her borrowed shirt and yanked it over her head.
Her breath quickened when he rocked her back and forth, building the sweet ache until she could feel the wet glide of her arousal between them.
She reached down to guide him inside her. There was more than a twinge of discomfort when he buried himself deep, but she didn’t care. This wasn’t about chasing an orgasm or satisfying some primal urge. It was about closeness. She wanted to crawl into his skin and live there. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything.
And because she was selfish and greedy and refused to care what anyone else thought, Petra wrapped her fingers around the base of his horns and told him, “I want to be married.”
Silas huffed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glittered with some indefinable, dark feeling as he guided her hips up and down. “Done. After.”
“I want kids.”
“How many?”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“Two and we get a dog. I’ve always wanted a dog.”
“Two and it’s a guard dog.”
Petra used her grip on him as leverage to grind down. It was a beautiful sight, the way his eyebrows bunched when the pleasurewas a bit too much. The rut was incredible, but she’d missed his expressive human face. “Deal.”
Like they wanted to reward her, a tendril of shadow slithered over her thigh to lap at her clitoris, making her hips jolt. Silas gripped the back of her neck with one hand to angle her head up for a messy, demanding kiss. “Deal, baby. Nowdo it.”
Like he commanded her magicandher body, a scorching rush of magic prickled her skin, begging to be released. His shadows rubbed her mercilessly, expanding that great internal pressure, as he dragged her up and down his cock.
Silas didn’t blink. He didn’t make a sound. He held her stare rigidly, daring her to defy him as he pushed them toward an explosive finish.
Never one to shrink from a challenge, Petra met him stroke for stroke, stare for stare, and when the sharp drop of her orgasm loomed before her, she wrenched his head back by the horns and hissed against his lips, “I want you. I trust you. I love you, demon.”
Her magic bloomed like a supernova between them, arching out in great lashes of energy and light from the burning core of her soul. It arrowed into him with enough force to knock his back against the headboard. His rhythm stuttered, his hips jackknifing upward as he came with a grunt.
She wasn’t sure what was her orgasm and what was the bond, but it didn’t really matter either way. For what felt like a lifetime she was blinded by magic and euphoria. She could taste it on her tongue, metallic like blood, and feel him there — not just the shadow around her neck or where their bodies were joined, buthim,the roaring too-much, too-powerful presence of Silas inside all the dark parts of her she’d always tried to hide.
Everywhere that’d been empty was filled. Everywhere that was dark was alive. All of it, all of her, belonged to him.
And now he belonged to her, too.
Silas stared up at her with wide eyes for the span of a heartbeat before he abruptly leaned forward to drop her back onto the mattress. Thrusting savagely between her thighs, he grated, “Yes, yes,yes.”
Petra dug her nails into his scalp and held on as they both chased the waves of their orgasm, sharpened to the finest, most exquisite edge by the new bond that sang between them.
Finally, when they could do no more, Silas gripped her shoulders and rolled them onto their sides. His eyelids drooped even as he hitched her thigh over his hip and ground his half-hard cock into the wet, sticky mess they’d made between her legs. “I won’t let you regret it,” he promised, speech slurring.
Petra’s world began to narrow even as her magic continued to expand, to burrow deeper and deeper into him. “I know,” she whispered, stroking his sweaty hair away from his brow. She moved to kiss him on instinct as the rest of her began to shut down. “I wouldn’t have anyone else, demon.”
