Page 157 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

“Alviara…?”

“She’s gone. Her work here is done.” Daemonikai kissed her sweaty nose. “How do you feel, sweetling?”

“Perfect.” She moved, drawing him deeper. “Really perfect.”

“That’s all I want to hear.” His smile was faint, but full of pride and tenderness. “You are perfect, and you should always feel perfect. Heavens, I’m so proud of you.”

Her hand trembled where it rested on his cheek. “My king…”

"You are the strongest female I know. I love you so damn much, Emeriel." He kissed another trail of tears from her cheek. "Thank you for this. You have no idea how incredible this feels—fuck, you have no idea how good it is to be inside you like this again." His forehead rested against hers. "I want to move so badly, but I could stay like this… stay joined with you, not moving, for the rest of the night, and it would be enough. That’s how much I’ve missed you. That’s how much I’ve missed your body, Emeriel."

"I feel the same," she managed, lips shivering. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

He began to move—stroking into her, seating himself deeper with every smooth, controlled thrust. "You have become the most precious thing in all the world to me."

Emeriel wept quietly, pleasure rising within her again, her heart feeling too full. Like a goblet filled beyond the rim.

He moved faster, though still gentle—different from his usual roughness, but no less intense. She felt every glide of his dick, and surrendered to it, letting the tides of his love and his body sweep her away.

At some point, Daemonikai shifted them. He laid her onto her side, coming behind her, cradling her belly with his large, warm hand. Emeriel turned her head, and their lips found each other in a slow kiss.

This.This was all she had ever wanted. This closeness, belonging… this sacred connection.

She couldn’t put it into words what swelled inside her chest. So she spoke the words she could. "I love you," Emeriel whispered. “I love you so much, Daemonikai."

As her climax rose, tumbling her over the edge, she gave a keening cry as bliss after bliss rolled through her, claiming her soul and warming her heart. Her toes curled, hands clutching at the sheets as she rode the ecstasy he gave her without relent.

He groaned low against her neck, emptying inside her, warmth rushing deep. It triggered another release, and she cried out, deaf and blind to the world around her, except him. Justhim.

Somewhere in that haze, she felt him moving her again, adjusting their position. When the roaring in her ears faded and she returned to herself, she realized something had changed.

Something… wasdifferent.

She stilled, blinking, breath irregular. “Dae-Daemon?” her tone soft and fearful.

Behind her, his body had gone taut. His arm around her belly trembled faintly. He didn’t answer.

But shefelthim.

His joy. His awe. His gratitude sofierce.His ‘is-this-real?’

Most especially, Emeriel felt hislove. Pure, real, and a lot. She could feeleverything. Every piece ofhim. There were no shields now, no barrier.

“I can feel your pleasure. Your happiness,” Daemonikai rasped, his breath rushing out as his eyes roamed her face, intense and shining. His voice was hoarse. “Your love. I feel you, Emeriel.Our bond is back."

Emeriel was crying now, but laughing too, the sound a mess of both.

Her male did not care. He kissed her all over her face, frantic and unrestrained. “I can feel you,” he murmured between kisses.

“I c-can feel you too,” she choked out, her hands roaming, trying to touch him wherever she could reach.

“Your scent… Ukrae, your fucking scent…” His sniffing grew loud, frantic, crazed. Rubbing his nose and mouth alongher neck, her shoulder, her breasts. “I knew you smelled good,incredible, but now—gods, the seven gods—your scent is amplified. What the—”

He growled, thenpurred, vibrating against her as his phallus stiffened once again, hard and hot behind her.

“I need to have you again. I can’t…gods!” One strong hand lifted her leg as he lined himself up again, and with a jerky thrust, he was inside her once more.

She gasped, nuzzling her head against his chest. The feeling... it was out of this world. Beyond words and comprehension.

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