Page 103 of Stolen Threadwitch Bride
“Lysander.” It came out more as a whimper than a word, my body trembled so much.
“Ariadne,” he murmured against my lips. “I am yours.” He placed himself at my entrance, making me tight with want. “My body, my soul, my magic, all yours, for all time.” He took my hand and pinned it to the bed as our fingers interlaced. He took the red cord and wrapped it around our wrists, capturing the end between our palms. “I bind myself to you.” With that he trapped my other hand against the sheets and eased in, the exquisite stretch and his words stealing my breath anew.
“I am yours,” I panted as he filled me. “My body”—my back arched as if in emphasis, though I didn’t tell it to move—“my soul, my magic, all yours…” I angled to take him deeper and tried to catch my breath so I could speak. “For all time.” Then his pelvis was pressed against me and he stopped there with his forehead on mine. “I bind myself to you.”
He pressed a long kiss to my lips, squeezing my hands. “That’s it. That’s my good love.” And the praise warmed me still further, bright in my chest. He took up a long, languorous stroke inside me, building pressure in my every fibre. “Don’t think I forgot, just because it happened months ago.”
Barely able to focus on his words, I blinked. “Forgot what?”
“Your body’s response after your escape attempt when I threatened to tie you to my bed.”
A thrill ran through me, and my mouth dried. “Oh?”
“Later.” He grinned and nipped my lower lip before releasing my hands. He tied a knot around my wrist and another around his, tethering us but still giving us length to move, like he’d said about the omen.
I couldn’t help but picture him tying me to the bedpost, leaving me at his glorious mercy.
With a smirk that said he knew exactly what I was picturing, he nudged his nose against mine. “And here I was thinking you such a good girl.”
“Ididtry to escape, so I must be a bit… naughty.”
He huffed, part panted breath, part laugh. “More likevery. And I need to punish you for that… thoroughly.” He said it slowly, coiling me tight. “Repeatedly.”
Not missing a beat of his glorious rhythm, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood over me, splaying my thighs.
I’d always cursed this bed because it was so high, level with his hips, requiring some effort on my part to climb onto. Now the height seemed quite perfect as he rolled into me, making black spots bloom across my vision and my heartbeat roar.
Eyes dark as night, barely glinting in the candlelight, he watched me arch and grind against him, gaze alert and on my mouth as though he couldseethe soft sounds of pleasure I made.
“You take me so well.” His hands planed up the insides of my thighs until they held my hips, guiding, pulling me onto him, angling me upward until he hit my front walls.
I couldn’t have helped the sharp cry if my life had depended on it. It tore through me, chased by the intense joy he pushed into my core, my nerves, my veins.
“And you look so good doing it.” A flicker of a smile that only drove me hotter, higher, then his gaze trailed to the spot where we joined.
His smile faded, replaced with something raw and animal, the darker side of his sweet nuzzling against my neck. Lips parted, his canines showed as his breaths rasped.
Hewasraw and animal and so damn beautiful with it. I loved this part of him as much as the teasing gentleman who read me stories by the fire. This was the man who killed sluagh to keep me safe, who called mehisto protect me from Goren, who both teased and devoured me.
And, Stars above, I was utterly his.
Hand shifting, he swiped my exposed bud, and I fractured around him, hard and tight, nothing and everything.
Still he wasn’t done with me.
“I think you’re ready.” He gathered me to him with aching gentleness as I came down.
“Ready?” I blinked, world spinning. He was still in me, but no longer thrusting, just holding me to his chest.
He huffed a laugh, which jerked inside me and made me groan. “To bond.”
My eyes widened. “You mean that wasn’t…?”
“That was just enjoyment.” He gave a rakish smile, eyes bright, teeth brighter. “For the bonding, we both have to find our peak, and I wanted to see you come apart for me first.”
I clung to him, arms around his neck, legs around his hips, somehow still finding strength in my liquid muscles. “What did I do to deserve this?” I shook my head and kissed him, heart aching.
He nibbled at my lower lip. “Being you was quite enough.”
