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Physical-Arwan nibbles my pulse, making me pant as I take his thrusts until I’m certain I’m going to die.
I’m going to become nothing but a puddle of need, a spirit who succumbed to the Prince of Death’s ministrations and failed to survive.
“You’re almost there,” he praises as his voice comes out strained, losing an edge of control as he reaches between my legs and presses on my clit. I whimper in response as he works in perfect synchronicity, fucking me on both sides until I’m an instrument created to sing for only him.
And he knows exactly which strings to stroke, which tones to play, and then I feel the tether that wraps around us, twirling into knots as it goes.
“Almost there,” he pants as I feel the very fabric of my spirit intertwining with his.
The mate bond.
This is what it’s like to truly bond with Arwan.
This is what it means to become his.
I look up into the height of the tower and realize we’ve floated to the top.
You will come only when you’ve climbed to the top of my tower.
I remember his words.
That’s what he had meant.
“Let go, Liliana,” he breathes as pleasure blooms in my core.
He thrusts, working my body into a frenzy.
He swirls his touch, stimulating my pleasure until all I see are stars.
The tower around us is brilliant, molten and glowing with all that it contains.
And now it is going to explode.
Closing my eyes, I let all the sensations take me under.
All the emotions from everything we have both housed here.
The pain.
The past.
Everything I’ve been too afraid to face.
I don’t have to hide anymore.
I am me.
I am their rejected queen.
My climax makes my entire body clench as a cry rips from my throat. Arwan groans in an echo that surrounds me, my walls locking onto him, demanding that he climb with me.
He fills my body with his essence, releasing all of his seed.
This is a union not meant to procreate.
This is a union that merges the very beings of who we are.
“My queen,” he breathes in my ear as the climax shatters me, sends me soaring, and then I’m exploding.
