The command was soft, yet compelling. Shethought to disobey him, but his nearness was getting to her.Slowly, very slowly, she looked up into his face. Their gazesclashed. Her heartbeat sped up. “Isar…”
Kara had been about to say something, butwhatever it had been was quickly forgotten as her gaze wandered tohis forehead. Her eyes widened. “The skull tattoo. Where isit?”
“Gone.”
She did a quick once-over of the rest of hisbody. He was still as heavily tattooed as he was muscled; only thesingular tattoo on his forehead was missing. She shook her headslightly. “I don’t understand.”
“I had it removed. You werenever o’erly fond of it from the first.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You removed itfor me?”
“Aye. For you and becauseof you.” At her look of confusion he clarified, “There was a timewhen I had vowed never to remove the skull given to me by the evilone until it was dead. Then you came into my life, into my hearts,and I realized I needed to love you more than I needed to hateit.”
“Isar.”
“You loved me once,pani. Can you love meagain?”
Her heart was in her eyes. “I think youalready know I never stopped.”
One second she was sitting in his lap and ablink of an eye later he was carrying her to the raised bed. Helaid her upon it with a near reverence, coming down on top of heras if afraid she might try to escape. He pinned her beneath him,definitively and possessively. They could feel each other’s pulsesrising, could feel the other’s need as if it was their own.
Every earthly and Galiansensibility Kara had told her mind to fight, to flee. Her heart,however, told her she was home. Anywhere Isar waswashome.
“You belong to me,” Isartold her, as if sensing the competing emotions within her. Perhapshe did. “You belong to me and with me, Kara K’alaDraji.”
Her eyes misted with nine years of pent-upyearning. She had missed him so much—so fucking much—and now he waswith her again. To hell with her nervous mind. She, for once, wasfollowing her long ago captured heart.
He grabbed a swath of her wine-red curls andwrapped it around his hand. Apparently confident she wasn’t goinganywhere, he settled himself at the juncture of her thighs. Herbreathing hitched, mimicking his own.
“I’ve missed you,pani,” he rasped out.“Never leave me again.”
Isar plunged inside her pussy, forcing herto gasp. She was tight and tender down there for it had been nineyears since she’d been with him or any man, yet Kara eagerlywrapped her legs around his hips in anticipation. He did notdisappoint. He fucked her just as he always had—dominantly andpossessively.
“Isar.”
His nostrils flared as he impaled her withhis cock, over and over, again and again. “Mine,” he growled. Hetook her fast and deep, grabbing first one of her tits and then theother with his free hand and massaging their nipples. He kept herlong curls wrapped around his other massive hand.
Kara moaned as he fucked her, groaning as hehit a particularly sensitive spot. Isar took note and fucked herdeeper, hitting her sweet spot again and again. She cried out, theerotic sensations he was producing overwhelming. Perspirationsoaked skin slapped against perspiration soaked skin. Theirbreathing, labored, was one.
“My wife,” he ground out,fucking her impossibly harder. “I have missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Karafound his steely buttocks and squeezed. “More than you canknow.”
His jaw was tight. “I canfeel your emotions,pani,” he gritted out betweenthrusts, “Can you feel mine?”
Through the haze of eroticism andsensuality, Kara realized that she could, yet she could no more puthis emotions into words than she could stop wanting him. All hermind could register was his deepest emotions—longing and need. Hehad been barren without her by his side during their years ofseparation. Barren, lonely, and indescribably desperate to get herback. The knowledge made her eyes burn with unshed tears.
“I’ll never leave youagain,” she promised. “I don’t understand our bond, but I’m donequestioning it.”
Isar rewarded her words with the deepest,fastest, most primitive fuck of her life. He growled low into herear as he plunged in and out of her, fucking her tight pussy withprimal ownership. The sound of her cunt sucking him back in withevery upthrust permeated the air. He fucked her harder and harder,deeper and deeper, once, twice, three times more…
“Oh my God!”Kara wailed, the arousal in her belly knotting andcareening. She burst on a groan.“Isar!”
Every muscle in his body tensed. He roaredout his orgasm, still fucking her hard.
Trained as a High Mystik in the erotic arts,Kara used the power of the bridal necklace to give them one, final,combined orgasm. It proved to be the most all-consuming pleasureeither of them had ever before experienced.
The bridal necklace pulsed an array ofcolors. Blood rushed to her clit and nipples, making them stiff andsensitive. Blood rushed to her face, heating it. Kara screamed asthe most intense orgasm of her life tore through her belly. Isargrowled in response, her orgasm giving him another, harder one.They kept fucking each other as they rode out the waves of pleasurethat were so intense as to border on pain.
