Page 46 of Temple of Magic and Bone

"Fuck, Tarael, please," she sobbed, half-mad and helpless against everything he was making her feel.

"Shh, it's okay. Come for me. Drench my fingers, Elektra. Show me how much you love them," he growled.

Her orgasm shattered her into a million pieces. Elektra buried her face into his neck, smothering her cries and tearing at his neck with her teeth, marking him up as he marked her.Mine.

Her whole body was shaking in his embrace. Ruined and still wanting more.

"Look at me," Vanth said, and she pulled back from him. He removed his fingers from her pussy, making her whimper. "Open."

Elektra opened her mouth and accepted his fingers, covered in her pleasure. She could still taste his come in her mouth. Vanth kissed her, sucking her tongue, taking in both of them. He groaned and held her tighter to him.

Elektra languished in the feeling, letting herself enjoy belonging to him, even if it was only for a moment.

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What the hell was that?Either Vanth's seeing spell had worn off, or he had come so hard, he'd lost his vision. The latter wouldn't surprise him, considering the warm, trembling female in his arms. Nothing was ever going to be normal or simple when Elektra was involved.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed," he murmured. The hot water was running out, and they both needed to sleep. He lifted Elektra up and set her down on her feet. She braced herself against the wall as he turned the shower off.

With gentle swipes, he toweled them both off before leading her into the bedroom. Blindly, he pulled a shirt and some boxers from his drawers. He gave her the shirt before sliding his boxers on.

"Get in bed. I'll get you some water," he said softly.

Elektra pulled on the shirt. "You don't want me to sleep on the couch?"

"Fuck no. The choice is yours, but I have blackout curtains in here," he replied, and it almost killed him to say. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some bottles of water from the fridge. He really needed to buy food.

He sent his magic through the quiet house. The wards were set, the ghouls had tucked themselves away for the night, and the ghosts were peaceful. Dawn wasn't far away, and maybe they were all exhausted.

Vanth went back to his room and found Elektra tucked up on his favorite side of the bed. He let her have it because he was happy she was in his bed at all.

What are the odds?He had spent a long time alone and thought he preferred it that way. She was making him question everything about himself. He set the water down on the bedside table.

"Thank you," she whispered drowsily.

Vanth stroked her damp hair. "You're welcome, princess." He got in beside her and rolled onto his side. "I should probably warn you. I like to cuddle after sex."

"Of course you do. And we didn't have sex," she said in sleepy amusement. "We never seem to get that far."

"Is that a no to cuddles?" he asked.

"I didn't say that."

Vanth took that as permission and dragged her in to be the little spoon. Elektra wriggled back against him, and he groaned. "Cut that out, or I'm going to get another erection, and then we will never get to sleep."

Elektra laughed softly and finally stopped moving. Vanth waited until she slept before daring to nuzzle his face into her hair. He breathed in her scent, and some deep, restless part of him settled for the first time ever.

This isn't just an effect of some mating cycle,he thought and pressed his lips to her neck.

Everything with his father, the Veil, and Lazarus was a big jumble in his head. Everything about Princess Elektra Nova of the Celestial Court was crystal clear.

He was going to slay their dragons and help his mother, and then he was going to win the heart of the princess.

Get some sleep first, Romeo. Vanth smiled and closed his eyes before finally letting the darkness take him.

The next time Vanth woke,he was alone. The room was still dark, and the space beside him was cool. He tried to orientate himself, and with a brief glance at his phone, he saw that it was past midday.

There were no messages from the vampires. He just had to hope that they would get the word out like he requested. His stomach grumbled, and he pulled himself out of bed. He threw on the first lot of clean clothes he found and went to find his beautiful reaper.

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