Page 183 of Bound By Song

“I’m sure,” I whisper. “Please, Daddy.”

His eyes flash.

In a single heartbeat, he’s across the space, crawling over the sheets, moving with the same careful control that always sets me on fire.

“I’m last,” he says quietly. “Because I had to be sure.”

“You’re sure now?” I ask.

Something in him cracks. He cups my cheek, leans in, and kisses me – long and deep and reverent. His scent swells – all-consuming and warm – and then his mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, down to my neck.

“I didn’t think I could do this,” he admits, voice thick. “Didn’t think I deserved this. You. Not after what I lost. Not after everything I’ve kept buried. But you…you tore me open, Evie. You’ve made me believe again. And I’m not scared anymore.”

A sob catches in my throat, soft and real. “Then don’t hold back.”

He kisses me, slow and deep and reverent, and I melt for him all over again. There’s nothing frantic here. Just need, and want, and the aching sweetness of finally getting to choose him too.

When we break apart, he presses his forehead to mine. “I want this to be gentle.”

“Then make love to me,” I whisper. “Let me feel all of you.”

He does.

He lays me down so carefully, running his hands down my body like he’s memorising it all – every dip, every scar, every soft swell. When he enters me, it’s with a groan so full of longing it makes my chest ache.

The stretch is perfect. Familiar and new all at once.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, hips rolling into mine. “You feel like home.”

I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, arching into him. “You are my home.”

We move together slowly, bodies slick with heat and bond-scent, skin sliding against skin. His strokes are deep and steady, grounding, like he’s giving me everything he has – without words, without fear. Just love.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “So soft. So open for me.”

Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not even from the pleasure. Just the overwhelming truth of it all.

Of them. Of us.

“I love you,” I breathe. “I love all of you – but I think I needed you most.”

His rhythm stutters, emotion breaking through. His lips find mine again – tender, shaking. “You saved me too, omega. Let me show you.”

I nod, my body already winding tight again, the pleasure building slow and thick inside me. “I’m close, Daddy.”

“Come for me, then,” he says hoarsely. “Let me feel it before I claim you.”

And I do.

The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, heat and light and trembling limbs. I cry out his name, clinging to him as my body pulses around him, drawing him deeper, pulling him closer.

He shudders, chest vibrating with a low growl. “Mine.”

His lips brush over my bond scars. Then his teeth close around the final space between them, sinking deep.

I gasp – sharp and perfect – as the bond sears into place, lighting up every cell in my body. This time I see stars. It’s not just pain. It’s not even just pleasure. It’struth.It’s like opening a door I didn’t know existed, only to find his soul waiting for me on the other side. Strong. Steady. Everything I never thought I’d deserve.

Dane pours his soul into the bond, and I feel everything – his gentleness, his strength, his joy, his grief, his hope and awe.His utter, devastating devotion. His love is a quiet, stormy thing, endless and protective and fierce in a way I’ve never known.

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