“I want you on your back.” She pulled herself from me.
Immediately, I obeyed her demand. I grabbed her and moved us to the bedroom, lying down on my back like she wanted. Elowyn wasted no time slamming herself down my hard length.
“Oh,” she breathed.
She lifted up, slow and deliberate, just to drop herself back down with a force that made my vision blur. Her smile turned wicked as she rolled her hips, grinding herself against me in a rhythm that dragged heat up my spine and threatened to end me right there.
“Gods,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she fucked me like she wanted to ruin me. “Elowyn…”
Her hips changed tempo, sharper, deeper, her breath catching as she rode me like she couldn’t get close enough. Like she needed all of me inside her.
And I gave her everything.
“Ride me until the heavens crack, Elowyn. Let fate hear you scream my name and choke on the truth that you’re already mine. This pussy exists to cum on my cock. No one else gets it. No one else gets you. You were carved out of the stars to take me. Only me. Mine.”
She was a pleading mess above me, so close to her orgasm. I sat up so her face was close to mine as she rode me. My mouth dragged up her neck before kissing her. My thumb brushed over her plump lips.
“You were born to please me, to be filled by me, to cum for me. Don’t you dare hold back, Elowyn. Give it to me. Show me howgood it feels to be ruined by the man who worships every inch of you.”
My gaze stayed on her face.
“Say it,” I growled, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to mark her. “Say you were made for me.”
“I… I was… Gods, Abram—”
“Come on, Elowyn, and say it.”
“I was made for you,” she sobbed, her voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her, her walls clenching around me with violent pleasure.
My eyes darkened with a twisted worship. “That’s my girl. My perfect wife. Cum for me, let the heavens watch as I fill you so deep they know you’ll never belong to anyone else. Let fate hear you scream my name and know I’ll burn every thread it wove to ash just to keep you.”
I bit down on her shoulder to mark her again as I came so hard my magic exploded from me, lighting up the whole room with starlight. My arms gripped her to me as we both breathed so heavy that we couldn’t hear anything else.
Our sweaty bodies stuck together as I pulled her down, and together we fell backward. We didn’t speak. We didn’t say anything as we laid there.
Maybe we were both too scared to break this perfect moment where I could pretend she was mine by destiny. Maybe she wasn’t thinking that at all. Maybe she was thinking of her mate. Maybe Elowyn wasn’t terrified of losing me like I was of losing her.
Maybe she didn’t lie awake every night haunted by nightmares of a world without me like I did.
I swallowed hard. One day, she would fall in love with her mate, and maybe fate would forgive her curse and let him keep her. And I’d be left alone, haunted by the knowledge that another man would get to have her. Because no matter what fatesaid… she was the only thing I'd ever longed for. The only one I would ever want.
The next morning, I woke up before Elowyn. She was facing me, her pretty face soft as she slept. I got up and dressed so I could make her breakfast. I padded my way to the kitchen and started on her favorite pastries and hot tea.
My shoulders felt tense as I thought about yesterday. Elowyn didn’t tell me that her curse meant as soon as she fell in love that the one she loved would be taken. I stared at the pastries as I cut them out and rolled them. Maybe she didn’t tell me because she knew she’d never love me, so she wasn’t worried about losing me.
Gods, she was so adamant about finding her mate when I was right in front of her. Maybe she didn’t want me. I heard the floorboard creak and turned to her standing in my tunic. She smiled at me.
“Do you want to talk about why you look pissed off?” she asked.
“I’m not.”
“Your eyes are red.” She stepped forward and grabbed my hand. “Should we talk about yesterday?”
Her wide eyes stared up at me with worry.
“There’s nothing to talk about. We knew we weren’t mates, so it doesn’t change anything,” I answered.
“Maybe he was wrong,” she spoke softly. “Maybe we are mates, and my curse won’t tell us. Maybe that is why you haven’t met your mate yet, because it’s me.”
