Chapter Eight #2
The ancient symbol on his chest glowed with silvery iridescent light, shimmering as if something were alive just beneath his skin.
It was a brand he was proud to wear. He wrapped his hand around one of her wrists, and his own magic flared to life.
His magic flowed out of his hand and into her skin, marking her as his mate.
The bond between them immediately snapped into place.
As weak as he was, the connection between them was strong.
Lana was his mate.
And now, nothing could ever come between them.
Lifting her up, he carried her across the room.
Placing her down on the long couch, he covered her body with his own.
He kissed her with all the passion he had burning within him, shivering when her hands stroked over his broad shoulders and down his back.
He moaned when she rubbed her body against him, teasing him, taunting him to take what belonged to him.
His cock was so damn hard it was almost painful when he rubbed against the silky-smooth skin of her thigh.
It wasn’t enough. He needed more. But first, he had to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her.
Reaching between them, he stroked one large finger into her tight hole, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction to find the proof of her desire for him.
Her head fell back as she let out a soft moan.
He took advantage of her exposed throat, bending down to lick and suck on the soft flesh.
Her skin was salty and sweet, the perfect combination.
He felt her pussy tighten around his finger as if trying to hold him inside of her.
Deliberately teasing her, he pulled it out slowly, then slid it back in.
“Do you like that, princess? Do you like this inmate touching you? If you don’t, why are you so wet for me?”
Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Yes,” she breathed out. “I want more.”
“More?” His finger retreated, then he pushed it deep again. “Like this? Is this enough for you, or do you want something more satisfying?”
“Bloody hell, stop talking and kiss me again.”
“Your wish is my command.”
His lips claimed hers in another brutal kiss as he continued to fuck her with his finger.
He added a second digit to the first, stretching her open for him.
His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers, and he wanted to prepare her to take him without pain.
When his palm brushed against her clit, she reacted with violent force, bucking against him.
He did it again, causing her to squirm beneath him.
She was super sensitive, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
A thin sheen of sweat broke out over her skin as he continued to stroke his fingers inside of her.
He wanted her to come for him. Wanted to feel her fall apart before he pushed his cock into her tight, hot hole.
The next time he rubbed her clit, she came on a breathless moan.
Lana’s breath caught as every muscle in her body clenched and tightened.
The pleasure pulsed through her in rolling waves.
Before it completely faded, she felt the head of his cock nudge against the entrance of her pussy.
She felt an intense amount of pressure as he began pushing inside of her, but there was no pain.
Only a feeling of fullness. Thankful for that, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him deeper.
He started moving cautiously at first, thrusting in and out of her using a slow, steady rhythm.
The passion that flared between them was too intense to contain for long, though.
She raised her hips, silently asking for more.
With their mouths fused together, he gave her what she wanted and started moving faster.
He pulled her thigh up over his hip as he began to tunnel into her with fast, hard strokes.
She tried to lift her hips again, but he pressed against her harder, using his big body to hold her in place.
Each thrust sent fire streaking directly to her distended clit, pushing her toward another hard climax.
She wanted to make it last, but she knew they couldn’t linger in this stolen moment of time for long.
The pleasure began building in her core, then it exploded out until it surged through her entire body.
Giving in, she screamed his name as she came.
Starlight exploded behind her closed eyelids, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to anchor herself from the storm raging within her.
More of her magic burst out of her and into him.
It was as if something inside of her wanted to share her very essence with him.
The force of her climax made her clench around his shaft, her muscles rippling around him as if trying to hold him within the confines of her body.
Her release triggered his own, and he let out a strangled growl as he filled her with pulse after pulse of his hot seed.
“I love you, Lana,” he whispered, the words so quiet they were little more than a breath against her lips. “I know it’s too soon to say it, but I might not have this chance again. I needed you to know—”
Before he could finish, she lifted up and silenced him with a kiss.
It was gentle at first, full of reassurance, then it deepened into something more profound. When she finally drew back again, he rested his forehead against hers.
“I love you, too. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. Maybe I was born loving you,” she murmured softly. “Maybe my heart has always known yours, even before we met. I just had to find you first.”
“You undo me.” His voice was rough with emotion. “Thank you for finding me.”
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down against her, wishing she could hold him there forever and never let him go. Tears stung her eyes as she closed them and smiled.
“Thank you for waiting for me.”