Breaking from his trance, Neirin trailed the fingers of his left hand from the dip beneath my breasts to my navel, the bold marks of our bond at his arm a stark contrast against my pale skin.He made a low rumble deep in his chest.
I pressed my body to his. There would be time to run my hands over his muscles and scars later. It would be time to revel in his strength and discover every part of him. But in this moment, I needed to be one with him. To belong to him, and for him to belong to me.
I rose to my toes and kissed the soft skin beneath his ear. “Claim me,” I whispered.
He kissed my neck eagerly, and between us, his cock throbbed against the dip of my belly.His teeth raked my skin, a caress that shot tingles through my veins.
“Don’t you see, Evera?” He nipped at my jawline. “That it is you who has claimed me? I was yours from the first time you told me you didn’t fear my monster.”
“Say it still.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “If you want me, if I am yours, claim me.”
Without hesitation, Neirin grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he hissed his exhale. The tightness in his expression revealed the pain of his wound, but he didn’t waver. I made an objection, but he cut me off with a kiss, harder this time, searching, and when I parted my lips, his tongue found mine.
He carried me to the bed and laid me down. Scooting me back so my head rested among the pillows, he moved over me, his thigh between my legs, encouraging me to open to him.My body responded, arching, as if I needed him. The fevered movements rewarded me with a brush of the head of his cock, and Neirin groaned.
He braced me against the bed with his thumb beneath my chin and his fingers curled at my neck. There was no pressure on my throat, but the dominance of the action spoke loudly all the same.
His silver eyes held mine with such an intensity I nearly came undone. With the fire crackling, sending warm yellow light across the room, shadows played on the ridges of his muscled torso and arms. His lips were parted, slightly swollen, and eager.
Tilting my head to the side, Neirin lowered his lips to my neck, and the heat of his breath shot tendrils of excitement through my veins. Anticipation.He dropped his grasp at my neck and moved his hand to cup one of my breasts, running his thumb over my nipple until it hardened. Then his touch lowered, following the curves of my body to my hips.
With a rasping breath, he spoke against my neck. “Mine.”
The word resonated through my body, my soul, and when he bit down, the sharp pain throbbed with my heartbeat. I cried out, and in the next moment, he was pressing at my entrance.
He thrust in, and I gasped, taking the length of him.
Breathing heavily, he licked once over my neck, soothing the sore spot, then kissed it. He drew back to gaze down at me, rocking his hips. I shuddered.
With his left hand, he sought mine, and our fingers intertwined between our chests. The marks of our bond overlapped, and the softness in his eyes spoke of such great depth and longing. It was something more profound than lust. It was love. Undoubtedly, unabashedly, raw and unrestrained.
With my arm bent so our shared grasp lay at my breasts, our skin brushed as he moved, our panting heady against each other’s lips.Already the coil within was building, and I moaned, hooking my ankles and arching my back. When Neirin thrust in again, he hit the deepest part of me, and I trembled.
Between the dip of my belly and the defined ridges of his abs flexing with each movement he made, my eyes fell to where we came together. The slick length of him drew out to the tip, glistening, coated with my wetness.
He stilled and lowered my hand, trailing it down my torso, and further still. “Feel our connection,” he rasped.
I whimpered. Pushing his length back in just enough to secure our binding, Neirin encouraged me, drawing my fingers to where we came together.
Exploring with my touch, I let my head fall back, eyes closed. And slowly, so fucking slowly, he pushed in. His cock, slick and smooth, moved across my fingertips and sank in as I encompassed him. And fuck, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“You’re made for me, just as I’m made for you,” he said against my lips, setting a pace. I reveled in the sensation and inhis words. “The way you take me to the hilt—” He thrust in deep, and beneath my fingers, no gap remained between us. “You’re shaped just for me.Mine.”
My core tightened, and I rocked, but he held me still beneath his solid weight. Panting, I drew my hand from between us and buried my fingers in his hair, needing to touch more of him, encourage his kisses, and succumb to the desperate need for release.
“Look at me when you come,” Neirin commanded.
When I opened my eyes, my breath caught. He held my gaze, jaw tight. His ash-dusted hair fell about his face. Then he quickened his pace, fucking me hard enough to rattle the headboard against the wall.
The lock of our gazes held us, grounded me as the sensations became too much. As white light fluttered at my vision, I cried out. The orgasm shattered me, building and coiling until my body trembled with release.
With my legs at Neirin’s hips, I held him tight, and he moaned as his last shuddering thrusts came shaky and uneven. Gasping, he lowered his head, and his hair tickled my breasts. He gently kissed the upper swell of one, then collapsed beside me, pulling me with him by my hip so our connection didn’t break with the movement.
“My everything,” he breathed, his words thick and relaxed.
Coming down from the rush, I curled against him. The thrum of his heart slowed, and mine matched its pace.My everything.
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