I started moving, rocking my hips, finding a rhythm that made us both gasp. He whispered praises in my ear that made me hotter. “Look at you, bouncing on my cock like a queen claiming her throne. Fuck, your breasts are amazing. So full, so sensitive.”
His words fueled me, making me grind harder, chasing the building pleasure. One hand stayed on my breast, pinching lightly, while the other drifted down to where we joined, his thumb circling my clit. “Let me feel you squeeze me. I want to hear you scream my name again.”
The friction inside, the pressure on my clit, and his hands everywhere was almost too much.
I felt our bond snap into place, a warm, golden thread weaving through our minds, our souls.
“Mine. Always,” he growled in my ear.
“Yours,” I gasped, the emotional wave hitting as hard as the physical. Tears pricked my eyes from feeling so connected, so loved.
He surged up, pounding into me, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tasted of forever.
“I love you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Feel that? We’re bonded now.”
Lifting me off his cock, he leaned me on my belly against the side of the pool and centered his cock at my entrance. One thrust seated him fully, and we both went wild, me panting and pushing back to meet him, him pulling out and driving himself back inside.
He leaned over and stroked my clit, and my orgasm ripped through me, my body clenching around his. He followed, groaning my name, his hips bucking up as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that, locked together, our hearts pounding.
“Fates, Adele,” he said, pressing his forehead against the back of my head. “That was everything.”
He pulled out and lifted me, carrying me back into the pool where he gently washed me. After, he dried us both. His touches were tender now, no longer hurried, each pat and rub a silent I love you.
“You’re shivering,” he said, wrapping a dry towel around me.
“Aftershocks,” I teased.
He pulled me close, his body heat chasing away any chill.
After tossing aside the cloths, he scooped me up again, taking me to the bedroom. The bed was a welcome sight, sheets turned down, pillows fluffed. He laid me down, sliding in beside me, pulling the covers over us. His arms came around me, holding me close, my head on his chest where I could hear his heartbeat.
“Mine,” I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head. “Always yours.”
We lay tangled together, the fire popping softly nearby.
As I drifted to sleep in his arms, I knew this was just the beginning.
I was fated, loved, and utterly content.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
RAOUL
Iwoke with Adele sprawled across my chest, one leg thrown over mine, her breath warm against my skin. Our bond hummed between us, satisfied and deep in a way that made my dragon rumble with pleasure.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
She stirred, her lashes fluttering. “Morning.”
“Morning, love.” I kissed her forehead, reluctant to move. “How do you feel?”
A slow smile curved her lips. “Thoroughly claimed.”
Heat flared through me at the memory of last night—her cries, the way she’d taken me, the moment our bond had snapped into place. “Good. Because I plan on doing it again. Often.”
