Vexxion,she sobbed.It’s truly you.
I’m with you once more. Forever and always. Where are you? Tell me so I can come to you. One flit, and we’ll finally be back together.
My heart roared with love for this woman. I craved everything about her, and only when I was with her would I finally feel whole.
Outside Lydel Manor.
I flitted, landing lightly on the front steps.
When I saw her—my elegant, lovely, flawless, and exquisite Fury running toward me with her arms stretched wide, my eyes scorched with tears.
Flitting to her, I swept her up and spun her around, my heart overflowing. I lowered her until I could capture her mouth. Hold her precious face in my palms. Her arms went around my shoulders, her legs went around my middle, and we tumbled to the ground.
“You’re here,” she said when I lifted my head. Her precious smile sunk through me like the first rays of dawn. The blazing light of hope at the end of a dark tunnel I’d been stumbling through my entire life.
“Always,” I whispered.
She stroked my face and slid her fingers into my hair, holding tight. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Never,” I vowed.
Another flit took us to our bedroom inside the manor. I would love this woman until the line drawn between us no longer existed, until no walls rose to keep either of us out, and until we could only breathe each other’s names.
We magicked off our clothing, and when skin touched skin, we both gasped. She looked up at me with the sweetest smile, and I melted all over again for her, just as I had the moment I first met her—the instant I knew I’d finally found my true mate.
I kissed her, cupping her precious face in my hands like she was made of the most fragile glass. She tasted sweet and of sunshine, and I’d never get enough. I could kiss this woman—mywoman,mymate,myeverything—forever and never emerge again to pull in air.
My fingers delicately roamed down the column of her neck with my lips following, kissing and stroking her with my tongue.
She quivered beneath me, her anticipation matching mine. Not long ago, I thought I’d die, that I’d never be gifted with the chance to see her again, let alone be with her completely.
I would give all I was and more to make sure she was safe and protected, that no one looked at her the wrong way, that no one attacked her. Yet all I could do was fall into this moment in time when I was with her, and she stared at me as if I was the best thing in her world.
I was utterly obsessed with this woman, and I had no interest in ever being any other way. She was divine, and she tasted amazing. I growled as I kissed my way to her breast, and when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, I drank in her gasp.
She bowed her spine, pushing her breast up to my face. I flicked my tongue across her nipple while rolling the other.
Flames licked through me, centering in my cock that ached for this woman alone. My need for her was unquenchable. I’d crave her until my dying day and beyond.
She wove her hands into my hair and held tight before coiling the strands around her fingers.
This was so much more than simple love. She was a beacon of pure bliss, one that had called me from the edge of darkness. When I was with her, I felt invincible, as if there was no magic in the world that could touch me other than hers. Loving her filled every crevice of emptiness inside me and brought forward my best. I tried harder solely because I ached for her smile or a simple stroke of her hand. She completed parts of me I hadn’t even known were missing. She was the unending source of my happiness and my adoration for her soared through each fiber of my being. It brought out a part of me I’d never realized existed.
There was only my fury. My storm. My unending tempest.
Like each time we came together, I surrendered to her completely. As long as she was with me, I didn’t need to eat or even breathe.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, I parted her thighs and crawled between them, bowing down to her beauty and the pure joy she gave me.
I locked my gaze on hers as I stroked my finger through her wetness. She bucked against me. And when I slid my fingers inside her, I let my groan burst free. She gasped and arched her hips toward me, begging for the exquisite release only I could give her.
I had to taste her, feel her come on my tongue.
One flit, and we lay on the bed.
“Mine,” I growled. I sunk down and drove my tongue insideher. “My everything.” Another stab of my tongue. I took the sweet bud of her clit and rolled it. “My mate.”
Her head thrashed on the pillow, and her soft whimpers called me home. “Yes,” she breathed. “You’re mine. My everything. My mate.”
