Chapter Seven #2
"You won't have me! I will fight you until my last breath!" she spits.
I smile at her. My cheek stings, but my cock is leaking with arousal.
"The more you resist this, the harder you make my cock," I taunt her.
I like being honest, maybe the marriage was a farce, but the chemistry between us is very real.
As she steps back from slapping me, and before she can release another burst of magic, I lunge forward and tangle my hand in her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to be painful, exposing her throat.
Her pulse hammers visibly beneath that delicate skin.
Her eyes widen, but there's no fear in them, only hatred and something else, something that makes the bond between us pulse with unexpected heat.
My desperate need to thrust into her breaks through my shadow magic's control.
What is this sorcery? What is this light-bearer doing to me?
"You bastard!" she hisses, staring at me with daggers in her eyes.
"Gods above," I growl, suddenly breathless, wanting to be struck again by her light.
The need to possess her completely, to mark every inch of her as mine, overwhelms me with an intensity I haven't felt in decades.
Not in over two hundred years, and even then, I never felt so powerless before any woman.
"My turn," I growl, before lunging forward.
I seize her by the throat, fingers digging into her flesh as I slam her lips against mine.
Her lips are impossibly soft—a warrior's mouth that has no right to feel this good beneath mine.
I force them apart brutally, my tongue invading the heat of her mouth, claiming territory like a conqueror.
The coppery taste of blood floods between us as my teeth tear at her lower lip, not a gentle nip but a predator's bite.
Her muffled cry of pain sends a surge of pleasure straight to my core.
She fights back, nails clawing at my chest, but her resistance only feeds my hunger.
My shadows strike like vipers, wrapping around her wrists and yanking them behind her back until I feel the satisfying strain of her shoulders.
I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my thumb as I restrict her air just enough to make her vision swim.
The fear flickering behind her defiance is intoxicating, the perfect seasoning to her unwilling response as her body betrays her with an involuntary arch against mine.
I could break her in an instant, and we both know it. The power is delicious.
Then something shifts, the blood bond between us flares, igniting all my senses, creating an echo chamber of sensation that affects us both. It's like a circuit completing, power surging between us in ways I never anticipated. I feel drunk on this new surge of desire and power.
Her light magic roars against my shadows, creating an intoxicating friction wherever we touch.
The kiss transforms, becoming hungry and violent in a way neither of us anticipated.
I devour her mouth, tasting her fury, her grief, her unwilling response, pressing my hard cock against her core.
I can feel her confusion through the bond, her self-loathing at her body's betrayal.
She wants me, she can lie as much as she wants, but our connection is undeniable.
She tastes sweet like honey, mixed with the salt of unshed tears; a heady combination that makes my head spin.
I slow the brutal pace deliberately, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips before plunging deeper, exploring every corner of her mouth.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps against my lips, each inhale sharp with reluctant need.
I tilt her head back further, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat as I angle her mouth perfectly against mine, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.
Time stretches endlessly as I refuse to break away, my shadows tightening their hold whenever she attempts to pull back.
I bite down on her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue, feeling her shudder against me.
The kiss deepens impossibly further as I press her body flush against mine, one hand fisting in her hair to control the angle, the other trailing possessive patterns down the bare skin of her back.
Each small sound she makes, half protest, half pleasure—vibrates between us, feeding my hunger.
I never want this night to end, this exquisite battle where every reluctant surrender feels like the sweetest victory.
"Hell," I finally breathe against her mouth, suddenly desperate for more. I haven't wanted anyone like this since Isli—this all-consuming need to possess, to claim every part of her .
When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard.
A thin thread of blood stains her lower lip, and I have the sudden urge to see similar marks on her thighs, and breasts, the thought of her branded by me makes my cock jerk.
Her eyes are full of hatred, so I move my hand down between her breasts, then under the shift, slowly rubbing my finger over her folds.
As I suspected, she's already dripping for me, and I can't wait to taste that needy core of hers.
"Fascinating," I observe, my voice rougher than intended, nearly a growl. "The blood bond creates interesting... resonances."
She spits in my face. "I'd rather die than let you use me like that."
The gesture should enrage me. Instead, it makes me laugh as I wipe the spittle away with the back of my hand.
Then I put my finger in my mouth and taste the evidence of her arousal.
Her eyes widen, tracing the movement of my fingers as I lick every single drop off with deliberate slowness. Her scent is intoxicating.
"Fortunately for me, your preferences are irrelevant."
I propel her backward toward the bed, shadows wrapping around her wrists when she tries to strike me. She kicks out, landing a surprisingly powerful blow to my thigh that would have brought a lesser man to his knees. I respond by lifting her body and throwing her onto the mattress.
With impatient hands, I grab the silk shift and tear it apart, revealing golden skin that seems to glow with internal light. Her body is a revelation, all lean muscle and subtle curves, nothing like the soft court ladies I've bedded before. Battle-ready, dangerous. Mine.
"Stop fighting what you can't change," I tell her, pinning her beneath me, my weight pressing her into the mattress. "The bond must be completed. It's already affecting both our magics. You're not a virgin, so you can take my cock. Can't you?"
Her eyes gleam with malice as she delivers what she clearly believes will be a devastating blow to my pride. "Take me, but you will never have me like Aslan had," she spits, her eyes gleaming with deliberate cruelty.
My shadows darken, pulsing with a jealous rage that momentarily steals my breath. Unbidden images flood my mind, her beneath another man, giving herself willingly, passionately. A savage possessiveness claws through me, twisting my features before I can mask it.
A fleeting smile curves her lips as she watches the damage her words inflict. For one unguarded moment, satisfaction brightens her face, the look of a warrior who has finally found her opponent's weak spot and driven her blade deep.
After several long moments, I force myself to recover, my lips stretching into a dangerous grin that doesn't quite hide the lingering fury in my eyes.
"Aslan?" I laugh, the sound sharp and cruel.
"You mean the same Aslan whose bones you're currently pressed against?
" I gesture to the ornate bed frame beneath us, shadows dancing across the polished white surface.
"Look closely, hatun —those aren't ivory inlays.
If you squint just right, you can still see his teeth embedded in the headboard.
Rather fitting, don't you think? He's finally useful for something. "
Her face goes white with horror as the implications sink in, her body going rigid beneath mine.
"Aslan is dead," I whisper against her ear, relishing how she stiffens even more."And his memory will fade with each night I spend erasing him from your body."
She begins to struggle beneath me, suddenly desperate to escape, the realization of her tactical error evident in her widened eyes. My hand clamps around her throat, not enough to choke but enough to still her.
"No other man will ever touch you again," I growl. "From now on and forever, your body and your pleasure belong to me."