Page 102 of A Crown Without Mercy

“Riordan,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”

He sucked harder, shoved his fingers deeper, and her sex pulsed beneath his lips.

“Riordan,” she moaned with a raspy whisper. “I want you now,” she said as her climax rose, and her body convulsed with its release. He continued to tease her body until the heated orgasm consumed her.

Once she had finished, he crawled up her body and shoved his tongue back into her mouth. With a gentle thrust, he inserted his cock into the heat of her throbbing core and gently turned her head, exposing her neck. “Say the words, agree to become my mate.”

“Riordan, wait,” she whispered.

“All you have to do is say yes, Sângele Nostru.”

“Ye—yes,” she stammered. She felt the bite in her very core when his lips sealed tightly around her neck. A painful sensation danced across her nerve endings when his canines sunk deep into her tender flesh. “Oh, shit,” she said quietly.

Her blood flowed over his tongue, and every swallow brought about his need to cum inside her, to consume her, to possess her. He was also shocked at the intensity with which her blood hit him.Ahh fuck,it’s ancient. I have tasted nothing like it.

After taking what he needed, he released his grip and offered his vein to her. “Take my blood, darling, and it will bond us for an eternity.”

Her canines pierced deep into his musky flesh, and she savored every drop. However, the unexpected intensity of his blood coursing through her body hit her immediately; it was as if he was consuming her from the inside out.

“Not too much, darling. Your body will need to adjust to the power of my blood.” He pulled away ever so slightly and rocked his hips with greater intensity and she reveled in the painful, erotic pleasure of his large, solid shaft.

He pumped harder, lifted her leg further over his hip. She arched her back and grabbed a fist-full of his hair.

“Riordan—what’s happening? It feels like our worlds are colliding,” she said as she moaned.

“Shh, don’t fight it.”

The pulsing of her core around his shaft, along with the knowledge she was his blood

bonded mate pulled his orgasm to the surface; he dropped his head to the side of hers and let out a deep chested growl as he released himself into her core.

“Oh, damn,” Sylvana cried out when her body was swept into another heated release.

He fell on top of her and laid there quietly, as their chests rose and fell together. After a moment, he raised up, removed his amulet, and placed it around her neck. “You are mine, say it.

“I am yours,” she whispered.

He rolled over and wrapped her in his arms and they lay quietly for a time, each contemplating the power and intensity of the bond. “What are you thinking, darling?” he asked.

“How amazing it feels to be in your arms,” she replied.

“From here forward, everyone will know you as Sylvana Phaidra Ascelin-Acheron.”

“You are letting me keep my sired name, Ascelin?”

“Yes. I told you once, never to forget your past. The name Ascelin deserves to stand next to ours.”

“Phaidra was my mother’s name.”

“We know,” Riordan admitted as he gently stroked her neck and shoulder.

“Why does it not surprise me?” She drifted her hand up his stomach and over his chest. “Riordan?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Tell me I did the right thing. I feel as though I let my desire overtake my reasoning, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

He rose onto his elbow and moved her hair off her forehead. “On my honor as an Acheron, my life is yours. There is nothing I wouldn’t give to you and nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

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