“Look at you,” I groan. “Taking your rhûen’ka so perfectly. Your little pussy was made for this, wasn’t it?”
Godfire flares in response to the bond. A shockwave of light bursts from the ring surrounding us, curling upward until it arcs over us like a halo made from Northern lights.
She gasps, her gaze reflecting the flames. Her legs wrap tighter around my waist.
I brace one arm beside her head and press deeper, my breath hitching.
“Don’t you see, Saelûn?” I pant, eyes never leaving hers. “That’s fate sealing shut behind us. That’s the bond—our bond—making itself immortal.”
I lean down, cheek brushing hers.
“I’m home, Lumi. You are my home.”
I slip my hand beneath her thigh, lifting gently as I shift my weight. She gasps when I tuck her under me, her body cradled between my arms. Her hair fans out over the moss like a crown spun of midnight.
“I want to see all of you,” I murmur. “When I make you mine.”
Her lips part. She nods, and her legs fall wider as I press deeper into her heat.
She clutches my biceps as I press a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, her temple
“You’re doing so good, Lumi,” I whisper. “So perfect—so strong. I’m almost there.”
I bury my face in her neck, trembling with the effort it takes to hold back when everything in me is begging to shift.
“Solmira Serentha,” I whisper against her. (Our forever. Our thread.)
She whimpers, her hips lifting to take the last of me.
That’s it, little mate. Ves’thelûn kae veyr’kai... thrae’mora ael’saev ishkisha. (Let me sink into you, bond to bone, until nothing in me remembers anything before us.)
Her walls clench around me as I push the rest of the way in. A gasp escapes her lips.
“You’re inside,” she breathes. “All the way.”
I nod, my nose brushing hers.
“Every. Thrahking. Inch,” I rasp. “Feel how deep I am? That’s my cock pressed against your womb, Saelûn. There’s nothing between us now.”
She tightens around me in response, her thighs pulling me closer.
“If you were made for me, then you know you’re not going to hurt me. Quit holding back,” she moans.
I roll my hips, just once, and her whole body arches beneath me. The glide of her slick heat clenching around me nearly drives me mad.
“You’re so deep,” she pants. “You feel so fucking good.”
I draw out slowly, so she can feel every ridge, every vein dragging against every swollen nerve inside her, then sink back in, grinding until I can’t go any further.
“Do you feel that?” I groan. “The way you grip me when I pull out? Your body doesn’t want to let me go.” I thrust again, harder this time, and she cries out. “Is this what you want, Saelûn? To keep my cock locked inside you until the stars go out?”
She moans breathlessly, “I want you so deep the gods you always talk about will never be able to find you.”
“Thrahk,” I snarl. My hips snap forward involuntarily—burying myself knot-deep—sending her flying backward on the moss. Her gasp turns into a cry, and I have to catch her with both arms as she trembles beneath me.
“Thalûn—sorry, sorry,” I pant against her throat, kissing her wildly. “I’ll slow down.”
“Don’t you dare,” she groans, rocking her hips up to meet mine.
