And if anything, this first world-shattering connection between them had proved that the force of her own need was just as strong as his.
She was still moving on him, grinding her sweet little ass against his balls. Her rosy nipples dragged across his chest, and her trembling sighs coasted over his overly sensitive skin.
And the feel of her tight, wet, warmth wrapped around his cock?
Amatu fuckingsparehim.
Her walls rippled and shuddered around him with every stroke, fraying the ever-weakening threads of his self-control.
The beast within him, his baser Fae nature, began snarling a mantra. Louder and louder with every plunge, matching the drumbeat of his savage heart.
Claim.
Claim.
Claim.
He gripped her hips, stilling her, and she whimpered. Insatiable little thing.
He pulled out, his cock hovering at her slippery apex, and held her neck. Her wide eyes glowed bright with lust and affection.
“I’m yours, Tristan,” she whispered, blowing his mind apart and tearing a hole straight through his chest. “For as little or as long as you want me. I’myours.”
He wanted to promise her forever, though he knew it was reckless. Her forever would be much shorter than his.
But she’d turned him into a greedy bastard.
He’d take all of her forever, could no longer deny himself. And when she was gone from this world, her brittle, mortal body mere dust upon the soil, he’d belong to her still.
“For eternity.” He pushed up with a mighty, powerful thrust, wringing a pleasure-soaked scream from her gorgeous lips.
He cradled her against his chest, baring his teeth against the soft mound of skin where her shoulder met her neck.
And as he drove into her, relishing the sensation of her shuddering around his cock as he wrested yet another climax from her perfect, pliable body, he sunk his teeth in.
Deep.
Hard enough to break skin.
Marking her.
Her blood, light and sweet and earthy with that honey and rosewood taste that was pure Cassandra, flowed into his mouth.
He erupted, slamming into her. Emptying every piece of his tarnished existence into her.
As he came down from the high, descended back into himself through space and time, he lapped at the blood spilling down her neck and coating her heaving breasts.
“I’m yours too, Cassandra,” he whispered, pushing her silky hair off her face. “I’ve been yours since the moment I forgot you.”
She opened her mouth to respond but he stopped her with a soft kiss.
The mark he’d just placed upon her was a promise. A warning to other Fae to stay away. And a danger to them both.
He didn’t care. He’d never fucking cared. And he’d do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t suffer the consequences of his selfishness.
He crashed back onto his wings, draping her along his body as he pulled out, their combined releases oozing down his thigh.
He rubbed her back, her scalp, as she panted against his chest, tickling him with her slowing breaths.
