My breaths come faster, as his thoughts continue to push me closer to the edge.
“She’s so fucking beautiful.”
“Taking me so well.”
“Need to mark her as mine, paint her in my seed, make her scream.”
His thrusts grow faster and more erratic, and my moans grow louder. I’m on the brink of shattering when he pinches my clit, and I scream as my orgasm courses over me.
He punctuates each wave of my pleasure with a punishingly hard thrust, and his thoughts grow louder.
“Mine.”Thrust.
“Mine to devour.”Thrust.
“Mine to ruin.”Thrust.
“Mine to destroy.”Thrust.
Each possessive claim has my body heating further, drawing out my pleasure until I’m not sure if I’m agreeing out loud or in my mind.
“Fucking mine.”Thrust.
“Yes! I’m yours. All yours,” I finally scream, and Sin lets out a roar as he finds his own release.
I pant against him, and Sin trails kisses down my neck. My body feels alive, buzzing from the mate bond that courses between us.
The humming caresses my skin, and I marvel at the feeling of being able to breathe again without pain. The gaping, hollow void in my soul has been replaced by a slightly raw, tender feeling. It feels like an injury that hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing compared to what I was living with before.
I yawn, only to freeze when the warmth that steadily trickles down the mate bond is accompanied by a slight ache.
The pain isn’t mine, but I recognize it instantly.
Dread curls in my stomach, and I dart up to sitting. Pillows tumble to the floor as I whirl around to face Sin, only to find he’s already shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare feel bad,” he warns in a low voice.
I frown. His chest is hurting, just like mine. “But your soul–”
He sits up, cupping my cheek. “My soul is exactly where it belongs. I have lostnothing. I would gladly give you every last piece if it meant I could keep you. You give me everything, just by existing at my side.”
Butterflies riot in my stomach, and I lean up to kiss him softly, relieved that even if I’m terrible at finding my words, he can feel exactly how much I love him.
“Okay,” I whisper, deciding there’s no point in arguing now. We’ll have to find a way to fix the damage to his soul after the war.
“Fixoursouls, kitten, not just mine.” His tone is gentle but firm.
I arch a brow, thinking about revoking mind-reading privileges if he’s going to call me out on my thoughts, until I remember another, very real problem. “The Fates want to eat your soul! We have to stop them!”
I’m already off the bed, ready to pull on my fighting gear to do something.
My first instinct is to go murder the ancient and powerful creatures, but the thought gives me pause.
Maybe my damaged soul wasn’t the underlying cause of my violence?
Sin follows me, banding a strong arm around my waist, before dragging me back against him. His excitement from having caught me pulses down the bond, along with warmth and amusement.
I turn to give him my best glare, but he’s already expecting the move and kisses me soundly. My body starts to melt against his, even though I know exactly what he’s doing.
