Vaeron entered me in one harsh stroke. A scream shredded my throat, but it was nothing compared to the way he rearranged the entire architecture of my being. Blinding light drowned my vision, blocking out all sensation other than how his cock split me apart. A roar reverberated in my ears—deep, velvety, and masculine.
A divine storm billowed inside me, sacred, unstoppable, and entirely his.
Because this wasn’t just a claiming. No, it was a divine union. Two souls becoming one. An irrevocable change of who I was. Who I would be.
In that holy moment, nothing else mattered. Only Vaeron. Only me.
My head tipped back, giving him my neck. His teeth were there, over my pulse, a heartbeat later. He moved inside me, hips retreating and then slamming into mine.
Stars danced in my vision.
Again and again, he fucked into me, and I could do nothing other than hold on.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasped against the shell of my ear.
Sweat dripped from him onto me.
I couldn’t speak for how thoroughly he was stretching me. But with how slick I was for him, it was a delicious type of pain that only served to heighten my pleasure.
More incandescence circled us, encasing us like we were the only two beings in all the worlds. Like he was fortifying us against something coming to shatter our bond.
On instinct, I opened my magic well, adding to the impenetrable barrier. We moaned together as our power intertwined, much like we were.
Braced on one arm, Vaeron slipped a hand between us and thumbed my sensitive nub. I gasped and lifted against his restraints as he pinched. A low laugh brushed against my collarbone. “I plan on spending the rest of my life learning all the ways I can pull that sound from your pretty throat.”
My center pulsed at his words, tightening around his cock.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you do that again.”
Primal delight purred inside me. This power over him was a heady, intoxicating thing. So the next time he pressed firmly against my clit, my core gripped his length in greedy response.
“Goddess above,” Vaeron swore, his hips stilling.
A noise of protest slipped out of me before I could stop it. “No, keep going.”
“Sylaira.” My name on his lips was a desperate plea battling with a dangerous warning. “I am trying to be gentle.”
High on the way I could unravel my mate without so much as moving, I grew recklessly bold. “Don’t.”
He jerked back, ice-blue irises wild and nearly swallowed by pitch. “You do not know what you’re saying.”
I smiled—a daring, saccharine expression that made Vaeron’s nostrils flare. “You have no idea the pain I endured to become first class in Vaelaï. I think I can handle whatever you plan to give me.”
White disappeared from my limbs. His cock exited me, leaving me bereft. For a moment, I thought he’d reject my assertion.
But the barest twitch of his muscles revealed his surrender.
His strong arms snatched me off the bed, and before I realized what was happening, he’d flipped me. From the ethereal beauty surrounding us, he pulled more power, protecting my bad knee as he placed me on all fours.
In the span of a breath, he’d speared into me again, tearing a cry from my lips. “Fuck!”
Fingers digging into my flesh, he pounded into me from behind like he was trying to rewrite our entire story. Our slapping skin punctuated the break in groans and moans as my mate offered blistering, blinding pleasure. Bracing myself on one arm, I reached for my slick heat between my thighs to bring myself to orgasm.
But magic coiled around my wrist and yanked it forward once again. Then, Vaeron’s hand was in my hair, twisting my head to the side so I was looking over my shoulder. I could barely see him at the angle, and yet the furor in his expression was unmistakable. “You touch yourself when I say so, little fugitive. You want more pleasure? Fucking ask for it.”
Wetness dripped from me at the command in his tone. From the domination he delivered.
I hated it. I loved it.
