The bond screamed, and my emotions rioted against the notion that she would not make it to Terra.
So, I kept her close.
I continue to keep her close.
Even when I was off looking for food, I kept my heart alert to the feelings she unintentionally leaked through our bond.
I have heard there is a way to control what you feel down the bond, but that takes a skill that only fae hold.
And when I heard the splashing of the water and saw her silken hair bobbing around her head, the last of the suns’ shine lighting her beauty up, my resistance to her snapped.
I wanted to feel her, touch her, know what it was like to have her creamy, soft skin rub against my hard edges and hear her sounds of ecstasy as I thoroughly satisfied her body.
My guard lowered when I admitted I wanted her to be my princess. I desperately want her to stay, but—
Thinking about home and what is expected of me is no longer an option. Not when I have a queen of my own to bow before.
I can deal with Terra when we arrive there.
Now, I will dream and be with my bonded.
Because I can feel something off with her. I want to dig and explore every corner of her mind, but first, I want to explore her body.
Trailing my right hand up her delicate skin, I linger my fingers on the back of her neck before softly grasping her chin and moving it upwards so her eyes find mine.
Emerald pools of forever look intently back at me.
“You are mine, Dove,” I growl, nudging my nose into hers and grinding my hardened cock against the soft curves of her belly.
With a swift movement of my left hand, I effortlessly lift her up on my torso so I can wear her around my waist like the most precious adornment I can ever hope to enjoy.
As I travel my nose up and down hers, her eyes begin to flutter. “Say you are mine.”
Her whole being trembles at my command. My cock jerks, trapped between our bodies as she moves against me in the scorching water, our bodies dripping with sweat and lake water.
“Rivern—I…” Dove starts shaking her head, but before she can tear her nose from mine, I grip her hair in a firm hold and keep her face firmly plastered against my own.
“Say it.” My voice is gruff and commanding, almost unrecognisable to my ears. I have never been like this with another before.
The consumption I feel for her is so unnatural, yet so right. Her desire is my aphrodisiac. She’s my beacon in the dark.
The bond presses our naked chests together, the feel of her breasts against mine the most sinful of allures as hardened nipples pierce my skin.This female could simply bend over, fully clothed, and I would gethard.
In fact, the whole horse ride, I’ve been hard. The pressing of our bodies was all the bond needed to start releasing my seed and her juices.
She did not say a word the whole ride, but I smelt her something fierce. Caramel honeysuckle. A meal fit for a prince. The same smell finds my nose now as I thrust my body against hers, making large ripples glide around us.
Fuck, I am a goner to her.Nothing can compare to my bonded.My mate.
With our lips almost touching, I breath tenderly over them. “Say it, Princess.”
All the air leaves her lungs, and those dark green circles meet mine. “I’m yours.”
On our lips, worlds collide as we finally join as one.
Her hints of honey and my sunshine dance on our tongues within the safety of each other’s mouths. She explodes all of my walls, nestling herself firmly into my heart.
Both of my hands find her hair, and I weave my fingers through each of the strands. Following suit, her fingers find my bronzed strands, pushing my head down for more, more, more.
