Page 158 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

“I’m too deep,” he rumbled, holding her tightly. “Do you feel discomfort? Should I pull back?”

“No,” she managed through the rush of sensation. “You feel… so good.”

“Fuck… fuck.” His hips moved uncoordinated as if he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her back into him, resting her head on the bed only to bury his face in her neck. There he stayed, breathing her in, his hips moving in short, hard thrusts, his breath harsh against her skin.

One of his hands cradled their child, the other laced their fingers together.

Feeling each other’s emotions was something else entirely. His were crazy. Wild. Intense.

And for the first time, Emeriel saw herself through his mind’s eye, and what she saw stole her breath. She had always known Daemonikai was intense. Butthis? She had never imagined it.

His love, hunger, andneed. It was all-consuming.

He kept breathing her in, scenting her, his tongue dragging over the tender skin of her neck, raving at it with every driving thrust inside her. Tears of immense joy and disbelief fell again.

I am this beautiful to him?

His reverence for her body, his obsession.He wants to live inside me.

“It’s alright,” he growled into her throat. “Look all you want, my star. My shields are down. See everything. Words were never my strong suit, but I’ve always wanted toshowyou how I see you. What you are to me. How youfeelto me.” His teeth scraped her skin. “Look all you want, andfucking unravel for me as you always do. Only this time… do it knowing how addictive I find you.”

Her climax slammed into her. She shook apart in his arms, breaking with a raw cry.

“Yes,” he hissed, his strokes deeper, savage. “Come apart knowing your presence, your pleasure, your body… is mymoonlight festival.” His lips hot on her skin. “Clench around my cock knowing how well I eat that shit up.”

Her cries rose, wild and high, her face flushing deep red.

“Fuck, you’re soaking me, Emeriel,” he groaned, teeth gritted. “Your sweet little cunt is giving me a goddamned bath. You sexy little sea nymph.”

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She enjoyed the verbal filth. His prim little princess—thiswas her truth. Daemonikai had always known, but now hefeltevery sinful thrill his filthy tongue evoked inside her. And gods, was itadorable. The way her shyness and wickedness tangled together. The way her pleasure flourished under his words.

He kept his pace strong, drawing out her climax, lengthening it until she could barely breathe. Then his fangs dropped, sinking home.

She wailed, her emotionsexplodingthrough their bond.

Fuck, fuck! Shit!No wonder she passed out so easily when he took her like this. It wasoverwhelming. She was so overloaded.

Daemonikai had always known she was sensitive butfeelingit firsthand was something else entirely. No wonder she was a constant screamer, and prone to fainting. She wassupersensitive to even the smallest touch.

He was humbled, lucky, and so godsdamned proud. Just how many of her were there in this world? Onlyone, and she was his.Mine.

He needed to stop primal and possessive thoughts like this. They did not help his logical mind, sending his instincts into overdrive.

His logical mind knew he’d exhausted her. He was insatiable, and she was seven months pregnant. He should rein himself the fuck in, be gentle, careful, and less animalistic. But his instincts wanted to take. To keep going. He had missed her. These excruciating months outside her should go into history as a form of torture.

And now he was inside her again, Daemonikai just wanted to stay the fuck there.Was that too much to ask?

Growling, he plundered her so damn good. He wanted to fuck her through the night, into sleep and wakefulness. To bury himself so deep in her, he’d need a freaking map to find his way out. To keep breathing in her scent until the world faded, until they both faded, and when he was done, she’d wear his scent for weeks. She’d stink of him so much the entire kingdom would think he pissed on her.

Fuck… he wanted to piss on her to mark his territory.

With a groan, he pulled out his fangs. “gods, Emeriel,” he said, wrestling with his caveman instincts.

No wonder their kind were called savages. Stripped of that tiny logic they possessed, they were just their primitive beasts. He sank his teeth in again, resuming his feeding as his hips pounded harder, flesh slapping flesh.

The flood of her emotions crashed into him until it wrung an orgasm out of him so fierce, he nearly blacked out. He was roaring as he came, joining her as she shattered again for him.

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