Her plea was my undoing. Rising over her, I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wet heat against the tip of my cock.Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me down, urging me to take everything.
“Mine,” I growled, the word escaping from deep within me. It was a declaration, a claim. Shewasmine, but I was equallyhers, bound together by something far greater than ourselves.
I sank into her slowly, feeling every inch of her as she enveloped me. Her eyes never left mine, and in them, I saw everything I'd ever wanted, everything I'd ever need. Her body arched, meeting my thrusts, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
“You feel incredible,” I rasped, my voice barely recognizable. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electrified.
Her nails dug into my back, urging me to thrust deeper, harder. I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine, our tongues clashing together. I could taste her need, her desire, and it drove me wild.
“More,” she whispered against my lips, her body trembling beneath me. I increased the pace, driving into her with all the intensity coursing through me. I loved her more than life itself, and I wanted her to feel it, to know it, to be as consumed as me by what we could give each other.
Her eyes glazed over, her body tensing as her climax neared. Her muscles tightened around me, pushing me to the edge. But I held back, waiting, watching.
“Lore,” she cried out, her body convulsing around me.
Her orgasm ripped through her, and I captured her screams with my mouth, swallowing them whole. The sensation of her coming undone around me was enough to send me higher than the constellations I loved.
I came hard, my body shuddering with the force of it. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I felt every part of my soul responding.
I collapsed on her, breathing heavy as she stroked my back and murmured words of love in my ear.
Finally, I rolled, taking her with me.
She slept.
I did not.
I held her and watched over her, keeping my precious love, my mate, safe for as long as I could.
59
Reyla
Morning light tiptoed into the room, soft and pale, brushing against my cheek. I stirred against a warmth that wasn’t the sun, my hand splaying over a chest I knew as well as my own. Lore’s breathing matched mine, and for a moment, I simply lay there, feeling his heart beating steadily.
I would not lose him. I would fight with everything I had in me to save him.
“Watching me sleep again, Wildfire?” Lore’s voice was like sliding through horig, smooth and sweet, with a touch of spice.
I didn’t answer right away, letting my gaze sweep over his face. His scarred, utterly beautiful face, a gorgeous mix of the two—now one—men I'd fallen irrevocably in love with. The lines of worry that sleepless nights had carved into his features seemedsofter in this morning’s light. His eyes, though, carried the weight of the world and, maybe, a little hope. A fragile, flickering thing, born from something we’d both been too afraid to name until recently.
“I’ll watch you as much as I like.” I traced a slow line across his collarbone with my finger, his skin warm beneath my touch.
His hand came up, and he cradled the back of my neck. “You spoil me, Reyla.” There was no teasing in his voice now, just truth. Just him.
“If I could,” I said softly, leaning into his touch, “I’d give you the stars and the sun and the moon above. But for now, you’ll have to settle for me.”
“You’re all I need.” His fingers stroked the curve of my jaw, his eyes searching mine. “Everything, Reyla. You're everything.”
We stayed like that for an eternal heartbeat, the morning stretching thin around us before he broke the silence, his voice pulling me back into what lay ahead. “We need to leave soon.”
The power of his words settled in my chest. My fingers still lingered on his skin, tracing silent reassurances I wasn’t sure he’d believe.
“We’ll break the curse,” I whispered. He needed to hear it, to feel it. “You’ll live, Lore. I swear it. We’ll survive this, and when we do, we’ll grow old together. We’ll have a little girl.” My voice broke, but I forced out the rest. “And she’ll have your gorgeous green eyes.”
His breath caught, and I thought he might break apart. But no, this was Lore, stoic and unyielding, even when the world demanded pieces of his soul. A smile, a rare, true smile, tugged at the corner of his mouth, lightening his entire face in a way that stole the air from my lungs.
“A girl,” he echoed, his voice raw. He was tasting the promise for the first time and daring to believe it. “If that happens…” He paused, his hand slipping around to my back to pull me closer, his forehead brushing mine. “It means…”
