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Wolfe pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t plan to, Ziyka.”
Kneeling above me on the mattress, he snapped his fingers, and my clothes vanished. Then his shadows stripped him bare.
He gave me that menacing grin before lowering his mouth to latch onto one of my nipples then greedily sucked it into his mouth.
His teeth sunk into the tender flesh below my nipple, and I writhed underneath him as waves of pleasure surged through my body. He gave my other breast the same attention, biting it like he wanted to devour me whole.
Thrills raced through me, heavy with desire and everything I wanted from him.
I felt amazing. The way I always did in his arms.
He nibbled on my skin, moving down until he reached my entrance. There, he feasted on me, eating me out as if he needed the taste of me to survive.
Each stroke of his tongue sent me spiraling into delirious pleasure. The sound of my moans reached every wall, then I came, falling into an abyss of never-ending bliss.
“Mine,” Wolfe groaned, whispering over my skin, his face still between my thighs. “Always mine.”
“Always.”
He looked up at me, smiled, and guided his cock to my entrance, then pushed inside me, splitting me open with raw ecstasy. My breath shortened, my body wound tight with arousal. We groaned together as he thrust deeper, then Wolfe unleashed with a vengeance pounding into me as if he could brand this memory into my mind forever.
Every thrust of his cock shattered me, and I was lost in him.
For that moment, nothing existed but us. Us floating on a sea of eternal happiness, cresting the waves of unimaginable pleasure, and I savored the sensation of feeling him inside me. Knowing he belonged to me.
His hand slid up my body, roaming over my waist, my chest, my throat, and his pace became more possessive. With his gaze locked on mine, the storm in his eyes mirrored the one tearing through me.
His shadows licked over my skin like wild flame, searing every inch they touched, then his magic twined and hummed with mine in a symphony that made them no longer distinguishable from the other.
I knew then that he wasn’t just inside my body, he was inside my soul, carving his name into every hidden place.
I clutched him, desperate to hold on as the crescendo built between us. Our breaths tangled, our bodies moved as one, and when release came, it crashed over me like fire. My cry tore the air, his growl followed, and in that violent, beautiful shatter of pleasure, Wolfe held me as though letting go would kill him.
The inferno between us dimmed to embers, leaving only the warmth of his body wrapped around mine.
He lowered himself and pressed his forehead to mine, his breath ghosting over my lips. “I love you,” he whispered, those words sealing me to him in a way no curse could ever undo.
Those simple yet life-changing words meant everything to me. I’d felt them before, every time he looked at me. Every time he touched me. Every time he was buried deep inside me.
But hearing him say them… I finally believed they were mine to keep.
I gazed up at him and touched his face, drinking in the conviction in his bright blue gaze. “I love you, too.” The words spilled from the deepest parts of my soul.
He cupped my face. “You will remember me,” he vowed.
“I will remember you.”
Chapter 62
Elariya
“The Quiet Between Truth”
Iwoke to sunlight.
Not the muted veil of twilight I’d been trapped beneath for the last two days, but golden light spilling across the room. It poured through the tall windows in streams so vivid they seemed alive, painting everything in warmth. I blinked into it, marveling at the sight.
Then my gaze caught the Fae prince standing by the window, shirtless. The light draped over every carved line of his body as though the sun itself couldn’t resist touching him. In that moment, he looked both holy and profane. An angel of shadows standing in the arms of dawn.
