Chapter 6
Chapter Six
ORION VOSS
S he is still panting when I pull her up, pressing her against the cold stone of the cave.
Her body—soft, warm, trembling—melts into mine, but I can still feel the raw need thrumming through her, setting her on fire from the inside out. She’s desperate, just as I am. Just as she has always been.
The sound of her breathing—uneven, ragged, needy—fills the silence between us, louder than the distant wind outside, louder than the thundering of my own heartbeat.
I slide my hands down her body, over the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her hips, until I’m gripping the tops of her thighs. Holding her still. Holding her open.
She lets out a soft, breathy sound, the kind of sound that makes my blood turn molten.
She’s shaking.
Not from fear. From need.
“I should take my time with you,” I murmur against the back of her neck, dragging my lips along the delicate skin there, feeling the way she shudders under my touch. “But you don’t want that, do you?”
She shakes her head, her nails scraping against the rock as she braces herself, fingers curling into the stone as if it’s the only thing keeping her tethered. Her body knows what’s coming.
Her breathing stutters.
“No,” she whispers.
I smirk. “No?” I tease, pressing against her, letting her feel the length of me through but still not giving her what she truly wants.
She whimpers. The sound wrecks me.
“Orion, please.”
That word. My name—on her lips, in that tone, pleading, wanting, needing.
It makes something inside me snap.
I grip her hips tighter, pressing my palm against her stomach, pulling her flush against me. She gasps, her head falling back against my chest, exposing the delicate line of her throat, the pulse hammering beneath her skin.
I want to mark her.
I want to brand her with my teeth, my lips, my hands.
I reach down, gripping her thigh, lifting her slightly so she is exactly where I need her. Where she needs to be.
Her breath catches as I slide the length of myself against her, teasing, letting her feel just how hard I am for her, how much I ache for her.
“You’re soaking,” I murmur against her ear, my voice a low growl. “You’re dripping for me, Vivienne.”
She makes a frantic, frustrated sound, trying to push back against me, trying to grind against me, but I hold her still, savoring the moment. Savoring her.
It’s been so long. Too long.
I lean in, pressing my lips against the curve of her throat, tasting her, letting my tongue drag over the sensitive spot just below her jaw.
She shudders violently.
“You think I’ll just give you what you want?” I whisper against her skin, letting my breath fan over her.
Her hands curl into fists against the cave wall, her body tensing, arching.
She wants it.
She needs it.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, dragging it out, making her squirm. “I want to hear you say it.”
Her body stiffens, and for a moment, she doesn’t say anything. I think she might fight me, that she might deny what we both already know.
And then?—
“You ruined me,” she gasps.
The words slam into me like a physical blow.
“You know you did,” she chokes out, her voice raw, desperate, breaking.
Something primal snaps inside me.
I growl, gripping her hips harder, positioning myself right where she needs me most.
Her body tenses, ready, waiting.
I won’t hold back anymore.
She is mine.
And now, I’m going to take her.
She gasps as I push inside her, stretching her, filling her.
The sound she makes—that desperate, shattered moan—nearly makes me lose control.
“Gods, Vivienne,” I groan, my forehead pressing against the back of her neck, my breath hot against her skin. “So tight—so perfect—just like I remember.”
Her nails scrape against the rock, her body pressing back into me, taking me deeper, her walls clenching around me like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.
I thrust hard, driving her up against the cave wall, her body rocking with the force of it.
She cries out.
I growl, my hands sliding up her body, grasping her wrists, pinning them against the stone as I set a brutal pace, my cock sinking into her over and over, deeper with every stroke.
She is mine.
She has always been mine.
And she will never not be mine again.
“Orion—” she gasps, her voice wrecked, raw.
I grip her chin, forcing her head back, my lips grazing her ear. “Say it again,” I demand, my voice ragged, broken.
Her body clenches around me, so tight, so wet, making it nearly impossible to hold back.
She knows what I want to hear.
She knows what I need to hear.
Her breathing is uneven, her body quivering with every deep stroke, her moans growing more desperate, more needy.
"You ruined me," she chokes out again between panting breaths.
The words send me over the edge, not to release but into something primal, something deeper.
I groan, my thrusts turning desperate, relentless, my fingers digging into her skin. “You think I don’t know that?” I snarl against her throat, biting her, sucking the flesh there like I can consume her whole.
She shudders, her entire body tightening around me.
“You think I don’t know that no woman has ever— could ever —satisfy me after you?” I growl. “You think I haven’t spent every fucking night since that first time—” I slam into her, hitting deep, claiming every part of her— “wishing it was you beneath me?”
She whimpers, her walls spasming around me.
I can feel it—she’s close.
And fuck, so am I.
Her hands twist in my grip, and I let her free just long enough for her to reach back, fingers digging into my thighs, clawing at my skin as she chokes out, “Then take me. Take all of me.”
Something surges between us.
A deep, raw pulse of power ignites beneath my skin, tingling, burning, setting my nerves on fire.
I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep as her body clenches, shatters, convulses around me.
She screams my name, and I follow, my release ripping through me like a violent storm.
And then?—
A sharp, blinding heat explodes between us.
I gasp, dazed, overwhelmed, as something invisible, ancient, powerful sears through my bones, through my very soul.
Vivienne jerks in my grasp, her body arching, a golden glow pulsing beneath her skin.
And I feel it—her magic, her essence, sinking into me, fusing with mine.
Her soul.
My soul.
The binding.
The realization slams into me, and my entire body goes rigid.
“Vivienne,” I choke out, my hands tightening around her waist. “What have we done?”