Page 119 of Bound By Song

One of his hands slides down to my hip, the other tangling in my hair as he kisses me again, slow and consuming. His fingers flex, and then he’s pulling me tighter against him, rolling his hips up so I feel every inch of his arousal press through the thin barrier between us.

The sensation punches the air from my lungs.

My thighs clench instinctively, shirt bunched around my waist now, heat pulsing between my legs. He hisses softly when I shift against him, and I realise he’s fighting for control just as much as I am.

“Fuck, Evie,” he murmurs, nose brushing my cheek. “You feel so good.”

Then he lifts his hands to my hips and drags them forward – slowly, deliberately – rubbing me against his cock.

The friction is everything.

Sharp. Blinding. Delicious.

My hands land on his bare tattooed shoulders, nails digging in, and I moan into his mouth as he rocks me again, and again. The head of his cock catches against me soaked folds through his boxers, and I swear I see stars.

My scent bursts around us – sweet, bright, mouth-watering. Rain, apricot, honeysuckle, nectarine blossom. It floods the room, and Dane growls deep in his chest, eyes darkening to pure Alpha.

“Fuck, Evie,” he rasps, nose brushing my throat as he drags my hips again. “You smell incredible. You’re driving me insane.”

He kisses down my neck, tongue flicking over the skin before sucking gently at the curve of my throat. I gasp, clutching at him as he scent-marks me – not biting, not claiming, just coating me in him. Warm amber, smoky musk, that hint of cherrywood that makes my head spin. His scent rolls over me, claiming space beside mine, and I feel my omega purr in contented surrender.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs. “Even if you don’t bond with us. Even if all we ever have is this –this is yours. My alpha. My body. My heart. All yours, omega.”

The words crack something in me. I press my forehead to his, panting, trying to ride the wave building between us. He pullsmy shirt up and off slowly, revealing my bare chest, and groans as he looks down.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, reverent.

My thighs tremble at his words, and I feel the low, instinctual purring start deep in my chest. It surprises me – embarrasses me – but Dane doesn’t mock it. He groans in response, like it calls to something primal in him.

He kisses the underside of my jaw, then down my neck. His lips are soft but purposeful, tongue flicking across my scent gland – not biting, not claiming, buttasting. My back arches into him, my hands burying in his thick hair.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “Not because of instinct or heat. Becauseyouchose me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re glad you did.”

A soft, broken sound escapes me. I can’t hold it back. I want him – god, Iwanthim.

His hands are warm as they cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I arch and cry out. He leans in, kissing one slowly, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud, and I grind down hard on his cock, desperate for more.

“Let me,” he growls, one hand sliding down again.

“Dane…”

He lifts his head, eyes searching mine. “Tell me what you need.”

I swallow. “Touch me.”

His expression shifts – hunger and reverence all at once. “Anywhere?”

I nod. “Everywhere.”

His hand moves without hesitation, fingers trailing up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I’m trembling now, clinging to his shoulders as he explores me with devastating patience.

When his fingers reach my soaked panties, he groans. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart. Absolutely soaked, baby.”

I whimper as he circles my clit over the top of the cotton material, slowly, just enough pressure to tease. My hips grind down, desperate, chasing friction.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, kissing my neck again. “Every fucking inch of you.”

I rock against his hand, breath coming faster now. The world narrows to this – his touch, my need, the way his scent wraps around me andpulls. I feel like I’m falling into him, undone thread by thread.

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