“You watching us, wife?” he asked.
“Yes." Being watched like this, by him, with nowhere to hide, made everything sharper, louder, impossible to ignore.
“And you were made to be below me, taking everything I give you. Now be a good girl,” he murmured, “and watch while I make you mine.”
His hips surged forward and rocked the entire bed. His heavy breathing was filling the space, and every noise made me roll my hips to his.His eyes never left mine in the reflection, like breaking the connection would cost us something.
“Yes, just like that.” I moaned loudly.
“I’m almost there,” I breathed, voice thick with lust. “Don’t stop.”
Without warning, Abram turned me over, pressing me down into the bed. The movement stole my breath—not rough, but decisive. His hands locked onto my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
The mirror followed, sliding deliberately until it hovered in front of my face.
His hand threaded into my hair and pulled, angling my face toward the mirror so I couldn’t look away.
“Don’t look away,” he said quietly. “You’re going to watch until I’m done.”
Heat flooded my chest, sharp and dizzying. Abram’s eyes burned crimson. His magic coiled tight around him, heavy in theair, pressing in on every breath. My mouth fell open with every thrust.
His grip tightened just enough to remind me I didn’t get to decide.
He gave me a predatory smile in the mirror when I met him thrust for thrust. "That's it, Elowyn, show me how much you want me."
His hips slammed into me over and over, watching my face, before letting out a loud, ragged moan as he emptied himself inside me. I clutched him, pressing into every pulse, riding my own release in a shuddering, mind-blurring wave of heat.
“Remember this,” he said, eyes locked on mine in the glass. “This is how you look when you’re mine.”
I called out his name as his magic exploded out of him, filling the space with star mist.
“Abe,” I gasped, every nerve alive as I rolled against him, soaking in the orgasm racing throughout my body. I could hear Nyxthra purring in my mind.
His fingers dug into my flesh as he tugged me up so my back was flush with him. He buried his face into my neck and moaned.
“Gods, Elowyn,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
We both fell onto the bed. Abe rolled off, but his eyes lingered on me, dark and curious.
“I look forward to doing that as often as we can,” he said, voice ragged and heavy with desire.
I nodded, chest heaving, eyes wide as the enormity of being this close to him hit me. Naked next to a god, utterly exposed, I felt a thrill of vulnerability and arousal twist together. I sat up, legs trembling.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting up,” I murmured, but he moved first, pressing me back down with a possessive hand.
“No, you don’t need to run. Stay in bed with me all day,” he whispered into my ear, lips brushing against my skin, warm and dangerous. “We have so much more to explore with each other.”
My stomach flopped as he kissed my neck. The realization settled in my chest. He would learn all of this for his mate. I was temporary. But even as the thought flitted through my mind, I couldn’t focus on it because Abram pulled me into him as he laid on his back. My face rested on his chest, and I listened to the soft beating of his heart.
I was fucked.
Chapter 11
Abram
Elowyn hovered by the bedroom door while I dressed, her fingers twisting together and then falling still, as if she couldn’t decide whether to stay or flee. The sight of her there—rumpled, bare-footed, still flushed from the night—made it difficult to pull my shirt over my head.
