Page 159 of Bound to the Dreadlord

I’m not the feared Dreadlord. I’m a man begging for my queen to own me. For my queen to take all of me.

Her lips part, a shaky exhale escaping, but her eyes never leave mine. They burn with defiance, with desire, with something darker.

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” she whispers, the words trembling but sure.

And then she moves.

In one fluid motion, she grabs me, her strength surprising, and flips me onto my back. The world tilts, and suddenly she’s above me, straddling me, her pussy hovering just above my cock, teasing, taunting.

My breath shatters, my hands instinctively gripping her thighs as she smirks down at me, her fingers pressing into my chest like she owns me.

“You are mine,” she murmurs, her voice low, possessive, and it’s not a question—it’s a command. “I can use you all I want, Dreadlord. Under my body. Under my pussy. You’re going to get hard only for me.”

I swallow visibly, my heart pounding in my chest like a hundred war drums.

Before I can respond, she sinks down onto me, taking me deep into her body, and I vow I see magic exploding in different colors.

She’s so wet, so tight, and the way she moves—slow, deliberate, maddening—sends shockwaves through me. Her hips roll, her walls clenching around my cock, and I’m lost, completely and utterly lost.

“Oh, Sera! Yes… Oh,” I stutte and tremble like a young one. Like I’ve never had sex before. My eyes roll back and I almost lost strength in my body as her cunt grips my cock, sucking me in her.

“Veylan, my mate!” she groans, tilting her chin up and leaning back. Her nails rake on my legs as she moves faster—up and down.

She grinds over me, her hips moving in circles and she sends me to an almost oblivion of pleasure.

I’ve never touched her like this. I’ve never felt her like this. I haven’t seen her like this.

Skin against skin, no barriers, no boundaries. We’re just heat and power and the raw, unrelenting truth of what we are. My hands grip her hips, guiding her, but she’s in control.

She sets the pace, the rhythm, and I let her. I surrender to her. Every thrust, every movement, is a revelation. She’s relentless, her body taking what it needs from me, and I give it willingly.

The pleasure is unbearable, the power she holds over me intoxicating. And the pain—the sharp, sweet pain of knowing she could destroy me, ruin me, and I would let her. I would beg her to.

I’ve already lost myself to her.

I don’t want to be found.

“Come with my, my Veylan, my mate!”

The words shatters me more than anything ever did.

“Sera, my mate,” I groan and I turn her over, raise her legs wide and thrusts deeply into her with my everything, reaching a spot that makes her scream.

“Oh, I’m coming!”

“Yes, let’s come together…” I roar, bracing onto the wall and immediately cracking it as I come in her, my seed flowing inside her and dripping into the sheets.

I slump beside her, and she rolls into my chest with a smile, sweaty and satisfied.

“I love you,” she softly whispers against my chest.

“I love you more,” I reply, kissing her forehead and enveloping her in my arms.

My little Siren is now mine for all eternity. And I’m hers far longer than any eternity can offer.

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