Page 138 of Infernal Secrets

I longed to spend hours showering her with affection and providing pleasure she’d remember the rest of her life, but I knew my brothers would interrupt us.

I dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them off the bed, chuckling when she arched her back, unsnapped her bra, and discarded it to the floor.

Her impatience mirrored mine.

“It won’t be long before they come looking for us,” I said, sliding my fingers through her wetness as I moved between her thighs.

I didn’t need to prepare her to take me. Knowing her soaked core was the result of her dreams of me heightened my desire and made my cock leak against her thigh.

I leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, holding my sensitive shaft in the other. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Please,” she murmured, her hand moving to hold my forearm. “I want you inside me.”

My eyes rolled back at the plea.

I’d never forget this woman for as long as I lived.

Had she been my mate, the intensity of my emotions wouldn’t have been confusing.

I could’ve blamed the pull of the bond, or mating instincts, for how much I longed for her. But the Nyrith bond didn’t force pairings or blind love; it only amplified existing emotions.

My feelings for her, however terrifying, were real.

If I could claim her as my mate, my heart wouldn’t feel conflicted. I wouldn’t need to stay away. Though right now, I was failing miserably at keeping my distance. Nothing could stop me from claiming this moment with her.

I pressed forward with an agonizing slowness that tested my resolve, wanting nothing more than to sink myself deep into her warmth without hesitation. But I needed to be gentle with her, not hurt her.

Once fully seated inside the wet heat of her body, I shuddered. I’d never felt anything so perfect.

I glided my hands over her thighs and stomach, helping her relax as she adjusted to my size. When her hips settled and her inner walls fluttered, I drew back then pushed in again, quickening my pace and rotating my hips with every deep thrust.

It took every ounce of mental discipline I possessed to keep from unraveling beneath the flood of sadness and euphoria, both foreign and my own.

I couldn’t understand why it felt like my soul was being ripped to pieces.

My eyes flew open, and I stopped moving when she sniffed. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” Even as I asked, it didn’t feel right—it wasn’t what I sensed.

Her head moved from side to side in denial. “I just… I… I’m sorry.” She sniffed again, and a tear slid down her temple into her hairline.

I bent and kissed the stray tear, my chest tightening with every breath I took. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“It’s a lot, you know?”

I lowered my face to her shoulder, breathing in her enticing scent, eyes closing against the burning sting. “I know, beautiful. I know.”

This didn’t feel like sex.

It felt like sharing something divine.

It felt like saying goodbye.

“Please,” she whispered, her hand squeezing my arm.

I knew what she wanted without her saying more. I sensed it.

Rising, I put my hands on her thighs, holding her legs apart as I withdrew and rocked back into her, groaning when her walls hugged my cock tighter.

Her nails bit into my forearms as I moved faster, unable to resist. I didn’t take her hard—I’d never hurt her. Instead, I matched the rocking of her hips as she met my every thrust, both of us chasing the same goal.