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“Shit,” he breathed, his hips bucking into hers as she rode him the way they both demanded.
Overwhelming sensations fractured her conscious, turning her into an animal of passion. Her wings appeared and disappeared at her back, her angelic side eager to play with her mate—her equal in life.
Mine.
“Yes,” Sethios growled. “And mine.”
God, this bond. It was far deeper than anything she’d ever felt or imagined possible. Seraphim never discussed the details, aside from the power exchange, nor had she experienced anything like this with her children or parents.
But Sethios.
Everything he did continued to amaze her, and of course, this wasn’t any different.
Magic stirred around them, heightening the sensations of their joined forms and pouring static energy through her veins. She hummed with foreign and known power and quaked beneath their joined arousal.
Caro rode Sethios into oblivion, her breasts swaying with her effort and her practical senses hiding beneath a fog of sensuality.
His hands held her hips, forcing her into a vigorous rhythm that threw her into an orgasmic state. He followed her over, cascading them into a joined eternity of oblivion and pleasure. It went on for minutes, maybe hours, before she finally collapsed on top of him, exhausted.
He rolled her beneath him, his cock still fully erect inside her, and kissed her reverently. Her name whispered through the air repeatedly as he continued to move slowly and purposely within her.
“Sethios.” She drew her nails down his back, arching into the ecstasy he provided. His emotions caressed her heart, displaying without words his devotion and care for her. Caro knew he desired her, but to feel the deeper adoration thriving within him, specifically for her, nearly undid her. Love was too weak of a word for such a bonding. Soul mates, maybe. Angelic partners. A new blood essence.
“A new family.” The words were exhaled against her neck. “We’ve created something no one can break. I can feel you so deeply, Caro. All your turmoil, your worries, your pleasure, your heart.” He shuddered. “Fuck, I feel everything.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
All his hatred for Osiris.
Sethios’s fear that Caro wouldn’t accept him because he was a half-breed—something he didn’t even seem to realize himself.
His worry for their daughter’s future.
His innate need to always protect himself first and finding for the first time in his life that he cared about not one but two beings more than himself.
She quivered beneath him as her heart grew impossibly larger. Her worries about his fidelity were for naught. He might have a past, but he only saw her in his future.
“Mine forever,” he vowed.
“Forever,” she agreed.
Their daughter’s happiness vibrated down the line, interrupting the moment briefly but then leaving as Sethios took Caro’s mouth in a carnal kiss not meant for young minds.
He claimed Caro with his tongue and body, bringing her over the edge into another cataclysmic state of bliss that splintered her world. So much sensation. So much worship. So much heart.
Nothing.
No one.
Would ever take this away from them.
A bond built to withstand time and space.
The Fates be damned. Because Sethios and Caro would survive anything and everything. Even the darkest moments blossoming on the horizon.
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The Beginning
