Page 45 of A Bond of Ice and Glass
His control shatters then. I feel it in the way he pulls back and slams into me, hear it in the sound he makes when he buries deep inside me. He moves with the hunger of a man who’s clawed his way through fire and blood just to taste me again. I meet every thrust with a hunger of my own, pulling him deeper as I drag my nails down his chest and back, clawing and grasping at him.
“Mine,” he growls, each thrust harder than the last. “You have always been mine.”
My back arches as he thrusts deeper. It’s like I’m burning from the inside out, every thread of me catching fire from his touch. My body trembles, coiling tighter as my orgasm builds and builds, the peak so close I can barely breathe.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice wrecked with need. “Say you’ll always be mine.”
“I’ll always – be yours,” I pant against him. “I always – have been.”
He groans again and thrusts harder. Deeper. His eyes darkening.
“Now say you remember.”
“I remember!” I cry out, my voice shattering. “I rememberyou—oh gods, Erax, I’m going to come!”
He kisses me then, wild and rough, like we’re both about to unravel.
And then it hits me, my release crashing through me in waves that tear my breath away.
My body tightens around him, and with a shattered groan, he follows me. He buries his face into my neck and shudders as he comes, holding me so tightly I almost forget where I end and he begins. His heartbeat races against me, the one that haunted my dreams. But it’s in sync with my own while we stay tangled in each other’s arms.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel whole again.
He brushes a hand down my thigh, his touch soft now, his hunger sated.
“I don’t want this moment to end,” he whispers against me.
I lift his head and press my lips to his neck, my fingers resting over his thrashing pulse.
“It won’t,” I promise him. “We’re together again, and nothing’s going to tear us apart.”
His eyes harden, narrowing into slits.
“If it does, I’ll burn this realm to the ground, Mist. I promise you that.”
I reach up and kiss him on the lips, smiling against him.
“Always so dramatic.”
He doesn’t speak. He just holds me like he’s still afraid they will take me from him again if he lets go.
Let them try.
If they come for me again, I won’t just burn the realm.
I’ll burn the gods themselves.
I must have fallenasleep in Erax’s arms, and I’m almost mad at myself for doing that. I don’t want to fall asleep or miss any bit of the time I have back with him now. Living a life without my memories of Erax was like living only half a life, not real or right. Something always missing. I will not go back to that. Ican’tgo back to it. It’ll break me.
I also can’t believe I didn’t recognise him in my dreams.
Speaking of… How did Erax even reach me in my dreams? I know he has new powers now, such as the fire, but slipping into my dreams? Controlling them? That is one hell of a power. I need him to tell me everything—about how he’s alive and how the dragons helped him.
He’s no longer lying beside me when my eyes open to the sun setting over the inn. No, he’s under the covers, between my thighs. I can feel him, his hands brushing up my thighs, pushing up his shirt I’m wearing, which has fallen just below my waist.
Erax…
No words leave my lips as I lie back, trusting him completely to have me any way he wishes. Erax would never hurt me, and I want him. I want him in every way I can get him. I moan at the first flick of his tongue. It slides straight up my core and around my clit, circling and teasing me, blowing light breaths. My back arches from the pleasure building inside me.
