And not once did Vaeron look away from me.
“You take me so well,” he growled, increasing the rhythm.
I hated that it was so easy to open up for him like this. Hated how my body pleaded for more when my soul hadn’t finished grieving the loss of everything I used to be.
I whimpered, my skin raw with pleasure.
“You can handle it,” he encouraged, like he sensed the sensitivity through our shared connection. I dragged in a breath, the world melting away as I stared into twin glaciers.
He rubbed a soothing circle over the spot he’d been punishing. Heat radiated off my skin while energy crackled beneath his touch.
“Look how good you’re doing,” he praised. That only served to make my center wetter. “I can’t wait until you’re fully healed. The positions I’m planning to put you in…”
His ideas flooded the space between us. My back bent into a deep arch while I gripped the edge of the bed. My legs over his shoulders while he drove into me from above. Tying my limbs to each post around us so he could feast on my center. Taking me into the forest and fucking me against a tree.
Each image was filthier than the last, and heat flooded the place we connected.
His laugh rumbled in my mind.“Like what you see, little fugitive?”
“Perhaps.”Breathy need laced the response.
Vaeron snatched my throat, a sinister smile twisting his lips. His fingers tightened, only allowing me a sip of air.“I love hearing your voice in my mind. Perhaps I’ll always have to have my hand here, so you can only speak to me that way while I’m deep inside you.”
The way he bowed over me placed him in the perfectposition. He pistoned his hips, dragging the perfect curve of his cock over my favorite spot.
“Yes, yes, yes,”I chanted, ecstasy overtaking all other words.
Another orgasm rose, quick and fast, and I cried out, body tensing before going lax.
With a groan, Vaeron pulled out of me, his cum pooling on the top of my thigh. Bracing his hands on either side of me, he dropped his head, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss.
When he was satisfied, he released me at last. “I need to get you a potion.”
I tracked the way his muscles moved as he shoved off the bed. He retreated to the bathing chamber, returning with a damp cloth. He cleaned me gently, then pressed his lips to my reddened skin.
“Why?” I asked him, sitting upright when he finished. I winced, but my innate healing magic had already worked its way to my rear and soothed what remained of the sting.
“Because I’m not sure if I can hold myself back from coming inside the next time I have you,” he groaned, one calloused hand pressing to the middle of my chest and flattening me.
The next breath, he pinned me beneath his hard body. I pushed against his shoulders and gave him a shove. He didn’t so much as move. “Who says there will be a next time?”
A possessive growl rumbled against me. “You are mine, Sylaira. Don’t forget that. I own every part of you now.”
The vehemence of his words drenched me in a heady wave of lust. I should have been terrified—after all, this was what I had feared since my first vision of him.
But now that I knew Vaeron, knew his heart, knew the lengths he would go to for me…I couldn’t find fear within me.
Yes, the Issaraeth owned me—the entire Angel court knew it now too.
I’d let him claim me. I’d responded to his rough touch with eagerness. Our primal desire surpassed all the pain between us.
Now we were irrevocably joined, and there was no turning back on this path we walked.
I swallowed and turned my head to the side. I couldn’t look at him, not when reality wrapped around my ribs and squeezed.
“Hey, where did you go?” he asked gently, leaning to the side to capture my gaze.
Easier than when he’d made me his captive all those months ago.
