My demon practically beat his chest as he gave a possessive roar in my head, filled with satisfaction to know that no other man would know what it felt like to take her.
“Doesn’t change my plan, baby. I’m going to pop your cherry and fill you so deep that you won’t be able to forget that you’re mine.” I pressed my hands into the mattress on both sides of her head and bent low to nip at the fluttering pulse at the base of her neck. “And when I’m done, you’ll be drenched in my scent so no other man will doubt who you belong to.”
My sensual vow only made Isolde wetter, making it even easier to slide my cock through her folds. She moaned with each glide of my hips. “You want to feel me moving inside you, don’t you, baby?”
She nodded, but I needed to hear it from her sweet lips. Inching away from her, I smirked when she whimpered in protest. “Tell me you’re mine and always will be, Isolde.”
“I’m yours,” she panted.
It felt so damn good to hear her admit it, finally.
Going to my knees, I smoothed my hands over her silky skin. Then I uncoiled my shadows from her wrists and pulled her up until she was kneeling in front of me. Palming her ass, I brought her flush against my body, forcing her to spread her legs wide so she straddled me. Gripping her hips to lift her, I lined my cock up with her drenched opening.
I slowly brought her down, easing myself into her tight channel. “Fucking hell, you feel even better than I expected, little spark.”
I had to work my way into her tight heat, doing my best to be gentle since this was her first time. But all my good intentions shattered when I felt my tip bump the barrier of her innocence.
She’d already told me I was her first, but feeling the proof that I was the only one to ever possess her shredded what was left of my control.
I thrust my hips up at the same time as I slammed her down on my cock, seating myself fully inside her heat. Her inner walls were soft from the climax I gave her with my mouth, and I hadn’tgiven her enough time to tense up before my invasion. But she still cried out, and I searched her face to make sure she was all right.
“No. Don’t stop, Kastiel,” she pleaded. “Please. Take me.”
The demon inside me roared with satisfaction. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I moved inside her with deep, steady thrusts each time she sank down.
“Kastiel! Yes!” Isolde dropped her head back, lost in the moment. With her back arched like that, I had to pull my demon back before he branded her to mark her as ours forever. Forcing Isolde to accept my claim would only prove to her that she’d been right to resist the bond.
Even my demon half wanted Isolde to choose that commitment, which was the only reason I was able to take control again.
Isolde’s inner muscles clenched, and she cried out my name as I drove into her as deep as possible, trying to make us one. Stars exploded before my eyes as shots of pure bliss rocketed around my body. “Fuck. That feels so good. Squeeze that pussy, my little spark. Oh, fuck yes!”
I switched our positions, moving Isolde onto her back while I loomed over her. Then I grabbed her legs and pushed her knees to her chest, opening them wide so I could watch as my cock slid in and out of her tight heat.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come again for me, baby. Right the fuck now.”
I wedged my arm between our bodies to flick her clit with my thumb, and Isolde flew apart, screaming my name and shuddering from her climax. “Kastiel! Yes! Oh yes!”
Thrusting inside her, I bottomed out, and my balls slapped against her. I planted myself deep and shouted her name as my orgasm hit me. “Fuck yeah, Isolde!”
We collapsed together, breathing hard, her body soft and pliant beneath mine.
She smiled up at me with wonder in her eyes, her fingers tracing the scar on my jaw. For the first time since discovering our mate bond, she looked truly at peace. And I knew I would burn the world down before I let anyone take her from me.
9
ISOLDE
Iwoke slowly, cocooned in warmth and listening to the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. The soft sheets beneath me and heavy arm draped over my waist felt foreign. I was disoriented for a moment before memory rushed back.
I was in Kastiel’s bed after a very active night. He’d found me before I made it onto the elevator, and any thought of leaving flew out of my head when he kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered. My aura hummed softly against my skin, calmer than it had been in days, as if the bond had finally found a modicum of peace. But the guilt was still there. I had let myself fall into him completely, and now the consequences of that choice felt even more real.
I wouldn’t try to run again. Whatever happened next, Kastiel and I would face it together. Hopefully, he wouldn’t pay a steep price for that decision.
As if he sensed where my thoughts had drifted, Kastiel stirred behind me, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer. His voice was rough with sleep when he murmured against my hair, “Morning, little spark.”
Knowing the meaning behind the nickname made butterflies swarm in my belly. I turned in his arms to face him, finding his dark eyes already watching me with a quiet intensity that made my breath catch.
