Page 70 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

Soren looks like he's been struck stupid. He stutters his words. "I-I...I didn't—I'm sorry." His bloodied hands run through his hair and he crosses the darkness that separates us, grabbing me and crushing me into his chest. "I'm sorry." He kisses the top of my head, hands digging into my skin as he holds me with the desperation of a man starving. "I missed you."

Butterflies bloom in my stomach, distracting enough to halt my angry sobbing. I pull away to tell him that I handed the seal over to Eric, but his mouth meets mine, hot and insistent.

He pushes.

I pull.

He cages me into the wall, his lips and tongue fucking my mouth aggressively. My fingers fumble for his naked chest, needing to feel more of his skin, to reassure myself that he isn't hurt—he hisses when my nails scrape against his injury. I murmur a half-assed apology against his mouth, tugging at his belt as his teeth clamp down on my neck.

I moan.

We move fast and hard, desperate. I do not know what it is that drives my need. All I know is his hands branding my skin, hiships bucking against mine, his teeth sinking into my neck, my shoulder. Tears prickle against my eyes and I don't know why. I don't really care.

My hands sink into his pants, palming his cock and he thrusts his hips into my hand, growling insufferably. He grabs my ass, fumbling for the zipper of my pants until I grab at it, breaking the stopper and shoving it down below my knees.

I'm panting when he hoists me up against the wall, my legs dangling from either side of his waist as I try to spread them as far as they can go but Soren snarls in frustration as we try to get the angles right. "Fucking pants."

He maneuvers, somehow keeping me in place on the wall while shoving my pants to my ankle and when my legs are eagle spread for him, as far as they can go, he tumbles into me, grabbing the base of his cock. He guides it to my entrance and murmurs something unintelligible as he rubs the head from my clit to my slit, wetting himself with my arousal.

"Please," I cry, biting his shoulder, and the word echoes back to me in the chamber.

He tears into me with a hard thrust that has my vision temporarily blacking out. "Soren," I say, clenching around him so hard, he whimpers, a clawed hand raking against the stone by my head.

His next thrust runs my spine into the wall and I give up on trying to hold onto him. I tighten my thighs around his torso and push back against every marvelous inch, and I gasp as he grows inside, stretching me out pleasantly.

Soren bites my shoulder and rams into me in an obscenely wondrous angle that makes the veins of his cock brush against my clit.

The sounds my insides make as it takes all of him echoes, sending me into an overdrive.

He bites the area above my left breast through the fabric of my top. It hurts so good. He catches my nipples through the fabric and clamps down on it as he slams home.

My hips begin to undulate. My eyes cross. My lips part, urgent cries flying past them. "Harder," I growl, not quite recognizing my own voice.

He bites my shoulders next. Before moving back to my neck and covering every corner of it with bite marks that will bruise tomorrow and become harder to hide. It's almost maniacal and I shatter to the thought of being covered in his marks. Being completely his.

Soren takes longer and I relish in every bang of my head against the brick wall, the possessiveness in his grip, the words he breathes onto my skin.

You're mine, Sera.

Fuck, you're so godsdamned beautiful.

You smell divine.

I need you.

Gods, nothing could ever feel the way you do, Seraphina. You kill me so effortlessly.

He spills inside me with a thrust that sends me reeling. He breathes hard, dropping his forehead down to mine, rubbing histhumb against my temple. We stay like that for a little while and my eyes shut, an odd feeling of contentment washing over me.

But it is fleeting, and perhaps, this is why Ronan sent me here. To properly understand that this could be gone any second.

Accidents do happen all the time.

My gaze drops to the wound on his chest and I look around the small cell. There are no poultices, no salves, and the wolfsbane will keep him from healing. His eyes are glassy enough that I wonder if he'll even remember this after I'm gone. He looks different from the always put-together man I've come to know. He seems so...vulnerable, exhausted and this is all my fault.

He didn't have to come. He didn't have to walk in here for my sake, but he did it anyway. And that is more than anyone has ever done for me—jumping right into the flames for me.

I bring my hands to his cheeks, dragging his head up. His eyes droop heavily and it takes three blinks for them to focus on me. "We will fight this. Together."

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