Page 206 of The Sin Binder's Chains

“Say it again,” she breathes, and I feel the demand echo in my bones.

My voice scrapes from somewhere low and ruined. “What?”

“That you’re mine.”

The second I say it, “You’re mine” something inside her changes. She doesn’t smile. She decides. And then she kisses me like she’s reclaiming something that already belongs to her.

There’s nothing careful in it.

Her mouth crashes into mine, not with affection but with need, tongue sweeping in like a stormfront. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and there’s not a single part of me that wants to resist. My hands go to her hips, desperate to ground myself, to feel her.

Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat. She doesn’t bite. Not yet. But she lingers there, breathing me in, letting the bond throb between us with every heartbeat. My lungs are shaking. My mind’s unraveling. And I don’t know if it’s the bond or the woman on top of me, but I’m coming undone in ways I don’t know how to stop.

She rolls her hips against mine, slow, devastating, and I choke on a moan. She doesn’t give me time to recover. Her fingers trail down my chest, nails leaving phantom scratches, a breadcrumb path of sensation I can’t chase fast enough. Every touch is strategic, like she’s rewiring my body to respond only to her.

And it’s working.

“Luna,” I groan, dragging my hands down her back, nails scraping lightly just to hear her breathe harder.

She bites my lip.

Not soft. Not a tease.

A warning.

“I’m not fragile,” I pant. “You can- ”

“Shut up, Elias.”

And gods, the way she says it, like she’s laughing and threatening to break me in half at the same time, makes my cock throb.

She reaches between us. Wraps her hand around me, skin to skin, no hesitation. And everything in me fractures.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking up instinctively. “That’s not fair.”

She tilts her head, all amusement and heat. “Fair?” she repeats. “You want me to be fair?”

I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.

She lines us up, gaze never leaving mine, and then, finally, sinks onto me.

It’s not slow.

It’s not gentle.

It’s everything.

The bond lights up like it’s been waiting for this. My back arches off the bed, my hands claw at the sheets, and I forget how to be anything other than hers. She rides me like it’s not sex, it’s claiming. Like every roll of her hips is another oath, anothervow, another reminder that I will never belong to anyone else again.

She braces herself on my chest and moves with perfect, punishing rhythm. Each thrust is a demand. Each moan is a command. And all I can do is obey.

I try to speak, try to joke, but the only thing that leaves my mouth is her name, half-plea, half-prayer. She leans in, bites my lip hard enough to draw blood, and then whispers, “Take it, Elias.”

And I do.

I take her heat. Her power. The bond that’s now wrapped around my spine and sunk teeth into my heart. I take everything she gives me and still want more.

When I finally come, it’s not release.

It’s annihilation.

I shatter under her, come apart in a rush that feels too vast for one body to contain. My mind blanks. My body locks. And through the chaos, the only thing I feel is her.

The bond seals in that moment, final and irrevocable.

I don’t just love her.

I belong to her.

And gods help me, I never want to be free.

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