Each time he thrust, he pushed me deeper into all those feelings of love and possession, devotion and connection. Slow and gentle, he took me from behind, drowning me in sweetest pleasure.
We moved together as if we’d rehearsed this in another lifetime. Every slow roll of his hips wasn’t just sex...it was a vow. A quiet understanding that we’d found each other and would never,everlet go.
My fingers gripped his forearms as he hugged me from behind. His rhythm turned deeper as he kissed the curve of my shoulder. His breath grew rough against my skin, his control thinning, his heat rising to meet my ice that transformed the walls with fractal patterns.
Ecstasy built, coiling tight in my core until I felt like I’d shatter into pieces.
And when he buried his face in my hair and whispered my name, I couldn’t hold on anymore.
My orgasm broke over me with heart-clenching waves.
He followed me.
His groan as he spilled inside made the bond between our souls flare brilliantly hot and scarily cold—as if acknowledging the horrifying truth that we were never meant to survive alone.
We’d tried and suffered through a lifetime of pain.
But now we had each other.
He was mine.
I was his.
And nothing—not mountains or monsters, rage or revenge—could break us.
Chapter Sixty-Two
LOVE LIKE THIS SHOULDN’T EXIST.
Not for someone...something...like me.
I’d done everything I could to run from affection. I’d spent my lifetime killing anyone who tried to get close.
Yet her?
I would never get enough. Never be worthy enough. Never have the strength to let her go.
I studied her in the dark—drinking in her black eyelashes and imprinting her honeyed cheeks. I memorised her perfect lips and inhaled her delicious scent.
Whisper never took his glowing eyes off me as I sat upright and tucked the blankets tighter around her. She mumbled in her sleep and rolled over, looking so small and fragile andmine.
The surge of possession and blinding, blistering love almost made me buckle over.
It was the same level of connection I’d felt bleeding from her earlier this evening. An echo of her fear had rippled down the bond, distracting me from my father’s maps.
I didn’t know what had made her feel so desperately, but I felt the same way now.
If anything ever happened to her.
If anyone ever hurt her—
Fuck.
Fire raced down my arms, external and dangerous instead of internal and smouldering. Being this close to her soothed me—I didn’t have to work nearly so hard to contain the power stalking within my veins, but...I couldn’t sleep.
Not after what I’d read.
The scribbled note to some unknown sender—that I’d found tucked down the back of a drawer—haunted me like a dirty secret.
