Page 116 of Flameborne: Fury
“Mine,Bren.”
“Yes! Always—”
“And if any other bastard eventhinkshe can touch you, he’ll learn. By my hand. I love you, Bren—I fucking love you.”
“I kn—oh, yes!”
My back bowed as he entered me in a single, hard thrust, and the pleasure ripped through my body from the point where we joined, in bursts and sparks in my belly, pulling air into my lungs and pebbling my skin until he’d seated himself to the hilt and I felt it all the way to the soles of my feet.
I hung there, in the balance of ecstasy and joy, mouth open and eyes filled with the sight of his gritted teeth and tight throat because he’d thrown his head back, when those bursts of pleasure reached my chest and sent the bond up like a fuse. A dazzling flame that rode the cord that joined us, but instead of burning it up, sent flame rippling up and down, curling under my skin and into his, then back until we writhed in the grip of an effervescent heattogether.
When he drew almost entirely out of my body, I cried out and clapped a hand to his back, the panic born of need—closer.Alwayscloser.
But he buried his hand in my hair, his face in my throat, and took me again, rasping my name against my skin as we joined and another wave of bliss coursed through me.
The world disappeared.
The wind, the trees, the dawn sun, everything.
There was only him—his weight pressing me down, his warmth covering me, his voice guttural and heavy, his shadow the safety that hid me.
Healed me.
“Donavyn…oh God.”I whimpered as he took me again, clawing a hand through my hair and down, his body tight and tense, rolling, seeking.
I clung to him, locked my ankles behind him and pulled him to me, cried his name.
Not enough. It wasn’t enough.
“God, Bren. Can you feel that?!”
I nodded desperately. He shuddered in my arms and we both gasped as the fire within burned through, lighting up our skins. Shame and fear sloughed from my heart, those flames between us burning them away. Those awful memories had tarnished my skin, but his love scoured it clean.
“Donavyn…Donavyn.”I clung to him, frantic for more, filling with light and air until it seemed that without him I’d float from the earth.
He rasped my name, over and over, as we were buffeted by the bond, burned and blistered, seared and sealed, climbing higher and higher, closer and closer, until every fiber quivered on the edge of something impossible.
Donavyn’s jaw went slack, his eyes wide and dark with need as he braced over me, taking me, wanting me, every thrust bringing us closer, yet leaving something untouched.
“Look at me, Bren,” he rasped.“Look at me.”
There was a split second when those words shattered in my chest—an echo of a memory I wished I’d never had. But his voice was the safe place and I obeyed, and the moment my eyes flew open and our gazes locked, something in the bond shifted.
Donavyn hovered over me, shuddering, fighting for control, but his hand clawed up to cradle my head and hold me there, locked with him. My heart leaped against my ribs, and the noose of that cord, the bond, tugged tight, stopping my breath.
The jolt of adrenaline, that hint of fear was scoured away as I dove into that gaze—those eyes, swimming with love and need and joyfor me.
I cracked open like an egg.
All the whispers of words and voices that had tried to destroy me blew away like smoke in the wind.
All the dark memories of men with sneering faces, or avid eyes, were burned away because the light of his love for meblazed.
All the fear of giving myself, surrendering, trusting myself into someone else’s hands blown out like a little flame, a candle.
And in place of each,him.
His love. His desire. His trust. His need.
