Page 60 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

He needed help, a second opinion.

Livia was human, only having limited knowledge of this, and Sinai would be more trouble than she was worth.

He turned his head toward the door and let out a roar. "Wegai! Bring me Merilyn. NOW!"

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Aekeira slowly became aware of her surroundings. The fog in her mind lifted just enough for her to register the familiar scent of the room, the warmth of the sheets beneath her—Grand Lord Vladya’s bed.

Her body burned. Every inch of her felt too hot, too sensitive, too desperate.

"Sweetling."

She forced her heavy eyelids open, blinking away the haze. It was him.

"Are you really here...?" Her voice was parched, hoarse, cracking as she spoke. "I do not know what is real and what is not anymore."

Lord Vladya’s gray eyes darkened with something heavy. Regret. “I am very much real. I returned when you… stroked."

Aekeira exhaled shakily. "I am happy… you are here now."

She could feel the fires coiling just beneath her skin, waiting to engulf her again. "Please..." Reaching for him, her nails dug into his arms. "Make it stop."

Lord Vladya hovered over her, caging her in. Aekeira parted her thighs, offering herself, and he plunged inside.

Her moan was long and drawn-out.

Vladya groaned, dropping his weight, pressing her into the bed, slotting his face into the crook of her neck. He was shaking.

Aekeira’s mind barely registered it. The only thing she could think about was how full she felt. Every inch stretched her open perfectly.

"You feel so good." He pulled back, thrusting once, then paused, sounding awestruck. "Ukrae, I can feel your gland."

"Do not stop." She was lost in the sensation of him, in the delicious drag of his cock inside her, in the way pleasure built so effortlessly under his touch. He felt so good, soright.

"You have a Syren gland, dearling." His tongue traced over her skin before his teeth grazed the tender flesh. "Mine."

"Yours," she whimpered, arching up. "Always."

He withdrew from her suddenly, and Aekeira nearly cried at the loss. Clenching around nothing, her core aching withneed.

"Present to me."

A shiver shot through her at the command. Obediently, she rose on trembling knees, turning away from him, her upper-body pressing into the bed. Reaching back, she spread herself open for him.

"Y-Yours, my lord."

Vladya made a sound like the air had been punched from his lungs. With a feral snarl, his large hands seized her waist. Slamming brutally, he pushed back inside.

The force of it rocked her forward deeper into the mattress.

He was not gentle this time. Fucking her hard and fast like a male possessed, each thrust sending ecstasy rolling over her.

"Yesss—" Aekeira’s fingers twisted into the sheets, squeezing her eyes shut. She tried to meet his strokes, but her limbs refused to obey, too weak, too exhausted.

But Vladya covered her body with his. "It’s alright, let me pleasure you." His voice in her ear was dark, soothing, sinful. "Just brace yourself and take it obediently, my elegant little whore."

Then he adjusted his angle. And—

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