Page 62 of Legacy

“But he’s your?—”

“I protect what’smine,” he vowed, sinfully possessively. “There is no escape for you now, Avra.”

“I never said I was going anywhere.”

He tugged me to him. “I find that acceptable.”

Seventeen

Elias

“What do you find acceptable?” Avra asked against my mouth.

I bit her lips, making sure to score the sensitive skin hard enough to sting. “It means there is no going back. You are bound to me, Avra.”

She grunted as her hips hit the edge of the counter. She parted her legs enough to fit the hard ridge of my cock against her aching clit and then ground her pelvis to give her the friction she craved.

“Does this mean you’re just as tied to me?”

I couldn’t hide my growl. “Isn’t it fucking obvious?”

Was this woman listening to a word I said?

“Please don’t make me regret trusting you,” she said as she grabbed my hands and stared up at me with a whirlwind of emotions in her eyes, revealing the vulnerable woman she tried so desperately to hide behind the cold, always-in-control mask.

Bringing her closer to me, I dropped my forehead to hers. “You’re mine, Avra. I don’t break my word.”

She sighed and nodded as if accepting the truth of my statement. Then, in the next second, she threaded her fingers into my hair and fused her mouth to mine.

That was all I needed to surrender to the torrent of lust surging forward. I gripped Avra’s dress at the shoulders and shoved it down, forcing her to break her hold on me as I divested her of the cumbersome fabric.

She tore at my clothes with the same desperate need to touch. Our mouths and hands worked with a chaotic urgency to get the other naked. There was no finesse, no gentleness, only a primal lust taking over. Once we were naked, she scored her fingers over my chest, deep and unrelenting, drawing tiny dots of blood.

Her eyes heated, and her pupils dilated, turning her irises into thin rings of green. She kneaded the muscles of my arms, leaned forward, licked the crimson beads along my skin, and then looked up at me with a smirk.

“You’ll pay for making me bleed,” I warned.

“I have no doubt.” She slid her palms around my neck and pressed her body to mine. “You’re the one who wants to make me a blood queen.”

Holding her tight, I asked, “Am I part of the menu, Avra?”

“Only when you’re naked.”

I couldn’t help but growl as I swept her into my arms and carried her into the family room instead of placing her on the soft cushions of the plush couches. I set her on the edge of the armrest.

“You love playing with fire, don’t you?”

“I—it’s how we play,” she whimpered, arching up against me and tugging me to her with her legs at my waist. “Fuck me.”

“Not until you admit you’re mine.”

“In me, now.” A crease formed between her brows, and she tried to reach between us, aiming for my cock, but I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the base of her back.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” I lowered to my knees, leaving her perched on the couch and making it harder for her to achieve her goal.

Goosebumps prickled her skin. “You don’t play fair.”

“No, if I wasn’t playing fair, I’d do this.” I plunged two fingers deep into her, scissoring them as I pumped in and out of her while making sure to rub her in the spots to drive her crazy.

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