“Months I’ve wanted you to do just that,” I moaned, rotating my pelvis against his, frantic for the feel of him. He released my breast only to put his mouth on the other one, as his hand wandered down to my thighs.
I was wet and aching for him. He discovered this for himself, purring with satisfaction as he touched me gently, brushing his fingers through my lower lips, before diving one, and then another, into me. I melted as the sensations tunneled through me. I dragged my nails over his back, hard enough he would have scratch marks in the morning, before my hand moved to cup the back of his skull as he lapped at my nipple.
“Fuck,” he moaned against my breast, his palm covering that sensitive spot while his fingers dipped in and out, curling slightly. I rode his hand, his palm, as he anchored me to him with those long fingers.
His fingers never ceased their motions inside me as his mouth left my breast to kiss his way down my body. I squirmed as he took his time, learning every curve, every divot. He hadn’t been kidding about the worship. I lifted my hips, hoping to encourage him to move faster.
I’d forgotten I was dealing with the master in patience. He nuzzled my inner thighs, dragging his tongue over my sensitive flesh, meticulously avoiding the one place I wanted him. My breathswere coming in jagged pants now, my fingers fisted in the sheets, and I lost control of my body as it thrashed against his mouth.
“Please, Griff,” I begged.
He finally gave me what I was desperate for and buried his head between my thighs, licking and sucking that bundle of nerves. His tongue replaced his finger, and as he tasted me, I felt his growl of approval vibrate through me. Soon, I was writhing and whimpering, small sounds escaping without my permission. I arched against his mouth as I felt everything spiral up and up until the pleasure was out of control. The candles flickered and spluttered as my climax burst free and I screamed his name. His mouth gentled, pressing kisses to the inside of my thigh, both hands supporting my waist, holding me steady as I came back down to earth.
He kissed his way back up my body before looking at me with an expression torn between longing and satisfaction. I reached down and touched him, where his cock was ready and twitching against my leg. He groaned as I caressed him.
“I can’t wait,” he muttered against my lips.
“Don’t,” I urged.
Taking himself in hand, he reared up. As he positioned himself at my entrance, our eyes met and held. The thread of our bond pulsed and shone as he moved slowly—too slowly—inside me. He propped himself up on one forearm to avoid crushing me, but I was having none of that. I wanted to be crushed. I wanted to feel him over me, surrounding me, inside me. I wanted himeverywhere.
And I wanted him to finally lose the remnants of control that he was clinging to. I wanted him as thoroughly annihilated as I was.
Acting on instinct, I pushed that thought through that golden thread as I breathlessly demanded, “More.”
It worked. Something broke free inside him, and with a single thrust, he filled me to the hilt. I gasped, my body stretching around him, feeling the full weight of him as he pressed down on me. His mouth found mine, our tongues mimicking our bodies.
“You feel… I never imagined…”
The Champion who was always calm, always in control, couldn’t even string words together as he plunged deep within me, and I reveled in his loss of control. The tilt of his pelvis rocked against that sensitive part of me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his upper arms as he set a frantic motion that moved us inch by inch across the bed. There was nothing gentle about it. Nothing held back. It was raw need, pure desire driving us onward.
The sensation was earth-shattering. Not just the physical joining but the way our bond blazed to life like a forge, welding our essences together, binding us with pure magic that sang and breathed and lived. The boundaries between us faded away as we were transformed into something new.
His mouth consumed mine, our bodies touching in every way imaginable, and I felt the surge start through me again. I balanced on that torturous edge, my movements erratic as he kept me pinned beneath him, swallowing my whimpers, kiss by kiss, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I exploded. The candle flames didn’t just flicker this time, they erupted in a glorious column of orange and crimson, painting flickers of flame over our bodies. The golden thread binding us, formerly as delicate as spun silk, now flowed as a torrent of light, bright as the sun’s rays, fusing our hearts, minds, and souls until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
Every plunge of his hips sent waves cascading through my body. I clenched around him as my release ricocheted through me. He pounded into me, hard and frantic, drawing out my release until, with a roar, he found his own, spilling deep into me.
The candles guttered, mere waxy stubs remaining. He slumped against me, as our foreheads came together and my hand tenderly cupped the back of his head.
After a moment, he lifted his head to search my eyes. His expression was soft as he delicately brushed hair out of my face. “How do you feel?”
That was a good question.
I felt more than I’d ever felt before. Instead of scaring me,though, it filled me with the same wonder I saw on his face. And really there was only one answer. “Complete.”
He smiled, and my heart stuttered. This wasn’t his usual guarded expression, but an achingly real look, more genuine than any expression I’d seen from him. As if this moment had freed him from every burden he carried, every responsibility that normally shadowed his eyes. I wondered if he found the same refuge in my arms that I had always found in his.
“I feel the same way.” He pressed gentle kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “Nothing can break this bond, Princess. Nothing can separate us.”
“Good,” I said firmly, pulling his head down to mine. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter
Thirty-Six
I think I met my mate today.
—From the journal of Violet Andrever
