“They won’t lock you up again,” I promised her seriously, brushing a kiss to the blue veins in her wrist. So essential, so fucking fragile. How easy would it have been for those bastards to kill her? Too easy. “I swear it, Cat.”
“Never again,” she said with the ring of something she’d oft repeated. “For both of us. Any of us. Never again.”
I bound her up in my arms and pulled her down to my chest, revelling in the feeling of her breathing, her heart pumping, her warmth spilling through my skin. I jumped out of my fucking skin when she reached under my black sweatpants and wrapped her fingers around my dick, pressing a slow, sucking kiss to my throat until I groaned too loudly for the public setting.
“Beautiful, we don’t have to—”
“Do you want to?” she cut in, pulling back enough to meet my stare. No, to admire the mark she’d made on my throat. I groaned again, my eyes slipping shut, squeezing tight when she pumped me in her fist. Her grip was sublime insanity, just the way I loved it. Within seconds, I was panting.
“So fucking badly,” I breathed. “But you’ve been through a lot—”
A strangled groan killed my voice when she sank down on me without warning, enveloping me in the hot, fluttering bliss of her pussy.
“Cat,god,”I groaned. “Kiss me.”
I was pleading, out in the open where anyone could hear, and I could not have cared less. When she kissed me, I met her with hard desperation, teeth knocking, tongues warring, adoring, devouring. The cold ceased to exist when she burned against me, my cock gripped by heat and pleasure so intense I couldn’t help but arch up into her, my hips flexing to surge deeper.
Her hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingernails scratching lightly over my head, firing new sensations through me, and I lost it entirely when she began to bounce on me.
I ripped the cloak of shadows away from her body, throwing up a domed shield around us instead,needingto see the way she moved. The sight unravelled what remained of my sanity until I was pure need, all instinct and no thought. Her tits bouncing with each thrust mesmerised me, and in seconds I had them in my hands. So fucking soft. So perfect, spilling over my palms as she rode me until every nerve and cell and sensation lit up in my body. I groaned, capturing a pretty pink nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. Cat’s moans joined the chorus of my own and her fingers dug into my shoulders, scoring my chest as she rode me harder, faster.
There was no illusion of this lasting, of being anything but frantic, mindless pleasure.
“Deeper,” I growled against her breast, a hand clasping her hip, grinding her down with every crash of her hips into me. Goddamn, the feel of her ass on my thighs was heaven. I loved every single place our bodies touched, obsessed over the scratches she left on my skin, the graze of her soft stomachover mine, the tingling whisper of her hair on my skin. Every sensation shot me higher, until the hot, pulsing grip of her pussy was too much to take. She was close; I felt it in throbs around my cock, felt it in her stuttering thrusts, heard it in her spiralling cries.
“Fuck, beautiful, just like that.” I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her other caught between my teeth as words poured from me. “Don’t you dare stop. You’re going to come with me, understand? This pretty fucking cunt is going to choke the life out of my cock, and each needy throb as you climax is going to suck every last drop of cum from me until you’re so full it oozes out.”
I might have been dead for hundreds of years, but that didn’t stop the instinctual urge to fill her pussy, her womb, her belly until there was no part of her that didn’t belong to me.
“You’re mine,” I said, the words pouring from my soul itself. “Now and forever, until there’s nothing left in this world, you aremine.”
Her back arched, eyes glassy with pleasure, and it filled me with satisfaction so deep a growl slipped free. My girl, my love, my wife, my obsession. Being away from her for days felt like years apart. I wouldn’t take my eyes off her ever again. I’d find a way to sleep with my eyes open so I could watch her as I rested.
“Tor,” she said, breathless as her pussy clenched in ever more desperate throbs, her ass crashing into my thighs. “I need to—please let me bond you.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” I blurted, my hands going to her waist, quickening the roll of her hips, fitting to the dip between her curves like it was sculpted for my hands alone. “Been waiting for you to claim me, beautiful.”
She kissed me hard, sucking on my tongue, bruising my lips, taking ownership of my mouth, and my body jolted into hers when a foreign sensation plucked at my chest. The involuntarymovement buried my cock as far as it would go, enveloping every last inch in maddening, sucking heat. She was right on the edge, sexy whines falling from her lips.
It took a single brush of my thumb to her clit to send her shaking, moaning over that edge, but I kept up the stimulation, stroking circles around her throbbing nerves until a powerful spasm ripped my own release from me. My mouth fell open, and I had no idea what sounds I was making because my entire body plunged into a pool of warmth, and I swear to god I floated out of my damn body.
Holy shit. I’d never come this hard in my life. When I came back down to find Cat’s mouth caressing mine, I was so boneless I wasn’t sure Ihadbones. She kissed me again and drew back with a laugh so full of beautiful joy that I clutched her closer.
“Holy shit, Cat,” I groaned, still fucking floating. I was surrounded by warmth so potent and intense, it was like I didn’t have my sweatpants shoved past my ass, my shirt askew from my wife touching me, scratching me. I was covered in her marks, and it sent a thrill through me, so intense I knew I’d be half hard again in a minute.
“Can you feel me?”
This was what being bonded felt like? “Feels like warmth and comfort,” I said, awed. “Like I’ll never be cold again.”
She beamed, her silver eyes full of light. “It feels like when you hug me, but constant, and deep in my soul.” She kissed my jaw, my cheek, and the bridge of my nose, and I fucking melted. “I love you, Tor.”
“I love you too, my beautiful wife.”
“I like that name a lot more than the other one you call me,” she remarked, carefully sliding off my cock. If we were indoors, I would have rolled her beneath me and plunged back inside. But we were out in the open, in the grounds of an academy run by fucking lunatics, and we weren’t safe.
“You don’t like being called my cute little succulent?” I teased, putting my dick back in my pants and getting to my feet, helping my girl up. I was sad to wrap her in a cloak of magic, but the shadows were necessary. No one else was allowed to see her naked. Only us.
“What if I called you my cute little Torment?” she quipped, checking the shadow covered her body.
