Page 106 of Soulbound
God, it felt so good. Home. Finally home.
And then his mouth met hers, and he was thrusting, slowly at first, still trying to make it good for her. He needed to be in control, but it was slipping through his fingers. His cock had a mind of its own, and he thrust hard, earning a soft cry from her lips.
"Yes," she breathed, biting his lower lip. "Like that."
Harder.
He had permission, and now there was no point in fighting for control over his body.
It felt glorious to pin her wrists to the desk, to fuck his way into her. Their eyes met again, hers wide in shock, and then he was kissing her again, their tongues tangling together with delicious intent.
Cleo. It had always been Cleo, from the moment he met her.
Of all the plots his mother had orchestrated, binding him to Lord Tremayne’s daughter in a marriage of convenience had turned out to be the greatest gift Morgana had ever given him.
To think of how he’d dreaded that day, not knowing what Cleo would be like, and picturing a miniature Lord Tremayne in his mind, a woman with thick, beetled brows and a defined nose.
She’d been nothing like her father. Blindfolded, curious, sunny-natured, and prone to prattling. Sebastian’s hands slid up her sides, as he let her feel how much that moment in time had changed his life.
Their thoughts tangled together, the bond swelling between them. He knew what was coming. A soul-bond was like a marriage, and needed to be consummated for the connection to form completely.
Heat soared through his cock, and he ground his teeth together, trying to prolong the rush of pleasure. The soul-bond began to tingle. It was all coming together. Sebastian cried out as he came, burying his face in her throat as he pumped his seed within her.
There was a new sensation within his mind. No longer two joined together, but one.
Hers forever.
Until death did them part....
He collapsed atop her, both of them slick with sweat and panting. He wanted to spend an eternity in this moment, clasped between her thighs, his seed spilling between them.
"That sounds lovely," Cleo whispered with a laugh, "but I think you’d start to crush me after a while."
He couldn't speak—heart pounding so hard it felt like it was lodged in his throat—and the words he wanted to say wouldn't form. Instead, he captured her mouth, hard and intense, pouring everything he felt into that kiss.
Much simpler than finding the words.
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He couldn't get enough of her.
Taking her back to his bedchamber like some Viking lord with his plunder, he stripped them both bare and rolled her onto her back, capturing Cleo's mouth as his hips slid between her thighs. He'd worried once that he might hurt her in his sleep if she moved and he didn't know who she was, but that concern was long gone. With the bond between them there was no mistaking who was in bed with him, and the bond wrapped around him like a silk glove. A cocooning presence. A warm body pressed against his. Never alone. Ever again.
Everything coalesced into one single thought: this was worth fighting for.
Sebastian took his time with her this time, gentle and torturously slow. Both of them bore bruises from the encounter in the library, and yet his shuddering, scarred heart felt like it had finally healed. Losing himself in their bond, he thrust and rocked within her, hooking her knee up between them so it was crushed to her chest, and his cock rode over that exquisite little region within her until she cried out.
Not done. Not yet. But he stilled within her, rubbing his palms up her thighs and lean flanks. This had become less about his pleasure, and more about hers.
Soft hands stroked up his back, a finger caressing the hard knobs of his spine. He drew back, unable to look away from her beloved face. He'd never been able to bear her touch before, but he suddenly found he wanted her hands all over him.
He pressed inside her, moving in one smooth glide as Cleo gasped. And he watched her throw her head back beneath him, firelight gilding the smooth column of her throat as he lowered his face to press his lips there.
She was worth fighting for. Worth dying for.
And Sebastian lost himself in the promise of their future as he buried his need within her slender body.
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