Page 90 of War of Her Heart

He pulled out, then began pumping faster and deeper inside of me.

He grabbed my breast with one hand as he bent down to kiss me again. Our bodies moved in synchrony as we both came close to release.

Nothing had ever felt as good as the moment when we met our releases together.

I love you, I thought as I looked at the most beautiful male I had ever seen lying next to me.

He turned to look at me, his eyes wide as if I had said that thought out loud.

I love you, Violet,he said to me, without ever opening his mouth. He had said it through the tether that connected us—our bond.

I smiled at him, and even though all I wanted to do was feel him again and again, I glanced around the room, reminding myself that something had happened.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You burnt down my room,” he mumbled.

I sat up and looked at him worriedly as I said, “Just in here?” I imagined what the rest of the castle looked like if I somehow managed to do this in here.

“I held it in; it took a lot, but no one besides us knows what happened.”

I thought about what he said about conserving his power. How whatever he used didn’t get replenished as long as that object loomed in the castle.

“How much power did you use?”

“I’m fine,” he said, evading the questions.

“How much?”

He paused for a moment before he said, “Most of what was remaining.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You know how you’re feeling right now? The need to protect me and the worry about something happening to me?”

I nodded.

“I have been feeling that since the moment I laid my eyes on you. If the roles were reversed, you would do everything you could to protect me. No matter the costs. My powers mean nothing to me without you. And allowing this,” he said as he waved his hands around the room, “to get out would put you at risk, and I would die before I let that happen.”

“Seb—”

“I am fine. Better than fine, actually. I finally have you.”

I knew there was no point in fussing at him. It was done and we couldn’t change that. I just had to trust that he really was fine.

“How did I burn down the room?” I asked.

“You burst into flames.”

“So . . . no heart condition, I take it.”

He let out a loud laugh. “No, love. No heart condition. You can admit you were wrong now.”

I rolled my eyes. He may have been right, but I would never admit that I was wrong.

He smirked as he reached up, ran his fingers through my hair, and lifted a piece for me to see. It was no longer the dirty blonde hair that I’ve always had. It was a very light blonde with golden undertones.

“What the fuck,” I said as I grabbed the strand of hair from him, bringing it closer to my eyes as if I was seeing it wrong.

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