“It’s only you,” he breathed. “Only ever you.”
Rune’s hips rocked into her deeply, dragging out her pleasure. The world blurred into sensation, the intensity of his hunger, and the wicked certainty that he’d never let her escape.
Her whole body went taut, every nerve alight as he pushed her further than he thought she could bear. Stems of smoke stroked her skin like velvet, binding her wrists, caressing her thighs, heightening every spark. She tried to wriggle away from the intensity, but Rune only growled, pressing her down as more of her arousal gushed around him, ceaselessly spilling.
The sounds of their moans, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting and the leathery flap of his wings echoed in the room. Her scent drowned him. Her moans like music. The liquid heat of her wrapped around him, and his thrusts grew erratic, slamming into her until he feared she might break.
“Rune—please—” she sobbed, half-fiendish.
His fangs scraped her shoulder. “Please what, little flame?”
When she couldn’t answer, shadows pinched her nipples, wringing a strangled cry from her lips.
Rune’s laugh was wicked, triumphant. “There. That’s the sound I wanted.”
Then he gave her everything.
No more restraint, no more mercy. His hunger consumed her in relentless waves, driving her higher until her cries echoed through the dark chamber. Pleasure blurred into pain, pain into rapture, her body seizing around him as if it had been waiting for this all along.
You feel so damn good. I want to live inside of you.Rune’s lips ghosted over her mouth, plunging into her so hard the bed creaked.Come for me, Alora. I want to feel you shattering on my cock.
He took her neck and squeezed.
Her climax hit like lightning striking bone. A scream ripped from her throat and her release gushed all over him, her walls clamping on him so tight he came immediately after. Shadows collapsed around them in a frenzy.
Rune panted as he drank in the sight of her, the bond searing every flicker of her pleasure into his soul.
“You did so well,” he breathed, kissing the tears from her cheek.
She whimpered faintly as he carefully pulled out, his seed spilling down her thighs from both ends. She looked deliciously and irrevocably ruined.
He cleaned her gently with a damp cloth he summoned, then tucked her into the sheets. Alora curled into him limply, boneless and trembling.
“My darling flame,” Rune murmured, curling his wings around her. “You are my death and resurrection.”
And he meant it.
Every vow, every shadow, every scar inside him. She owned them all.
The shadows that had tormented her only moments ago now curled around her gently, like a soft blanket tucking her into the safety of his embrace.
Her lashes fluttered, heavy with sleep, though she fought it to hold his gaze. “I think I am the one who perished and resurrected.”
Rune chuckled quietly and brushed the sweaty strands from her temples. “Are you in pain?”
“Only a little,” she murmured, her eyes drifting closed. “But I like it.”
He grinned. Of course she did.
“Still have use of your legs?” he asked next.
“Hmm… I think so.”
Rune probed the bond, checking for any emotional distress. When he found none, his magic evaluated her body internally next, making sure he had not caused any lasting harm.
“I am fine,” Alora laughed sleepily. “Have you forgotten that I am part Primordial? I am much more durable than I look.”
Only then did he relax.
