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“Gods, I love you,” he groans and kisses me again, and this time there is no restraint.
His hands roam over my body with reverence and urgency, memorizing me as if he could carve my shape into his soul.
I cling to him, wanton with need, desperate to feel him in every way possible. My body aches for him, but it’s more than that—my heart, my very spirit, cries out for the bond to be sealed, for us to become what fate clearly intended.
“Kael,” I gasp, nails raking his shoulders. “Please?—”
He cups my face, trident-calloused fingers gentle now.
“I got you. No more waiting. You are mine, Phoebe. My viyella. My love.”
The bond between us flares like lightning, magic sparking in the water around us.
Our lips crash together, and I feel his broad head pushing inside my needy slit.
He’s careful. Too careful.
“I need more. I want it all,” I beg.
“Fuck, viyella, you wreck me,” he grunts, lifting my waist and sitting me on what looks like a soft stone seat at just the right height.
He flexes his hips, pumping his long, hard length into me and it’s so hot, so good. Like he’s branding me from the inside out.
“So deep,” I moan as he lifts my hips, angling me where he wants me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and I feel his tail mimic the same pose around mine, only the forked tip drifts down, and then he’s stroking my clit with it.
The leathery feel of the wicked appendage is so good, so perfect.
Then—holy shit—it vibrates against me, and Kael doesn’t stop fucking me. He thrusts deeper, harder, faster—and I detonate.
“Kael!”
“Such a good mate, Telya. I got you. That’s it. One more, give me one more,” he commands, and I-I can’t resist.
I rock into him with upward thrusts, trying to give as good as I get. I want to please him.To be pleasure for him.Like he is for me.
“You’re fucking perfect, Telya. I’ll never get enough of your hot little body, of your perfect loving heart.”
“Oh God, yes. I love you,” I confess unwittingly.
“I love you, viyella. Until the waters run dry, Phoebe. My love, my life,” he groans.
Power pulses between us, steady and constant as the tide.
Pleasure unlike any I’ve ever felt fills me, each time I think it’s over he pushes me to another height, another level.
And through it all I feel our bond—the zareth.
I feel it binding, weaving, fusing us together as he lowers me back into the steaming depths, his body pressing into mine, claiming and worshiping all at once.
The world narrows to him.
His mouth on mine, his whispered vows, the tidal rhythm of us moving together.
It is wild and desperate and so achingly tender I can hardly breathe.
And when the moment crests, it isn’t just consummation—it is creation.
