Page 73 of Masked Fate

And him for me.

That means something.

We’ve been through hell to get to this point, and we both deserve a little happiness. And I guess that means putting my heart on the line for this warrior I’ve always wanted but was always out of my reach.

Our eyes don’t leave each other.

When Soren looks at me, helooksat me. I know I have all of his attention. He’s so in tune with me, and it’s intense.

Pulling my dress over my head and sliding my panties off my legs, I move to straddle him, then slowly sink onto his thick, hard cock. His hands move to my hips, lifting his own and fucking me from underneath, topping from the bottom.

“I love you, little witch,” he growls, driving into me with heat and desperation that has me so wet and needy for him.

“I love you, too, Soren,” I rasp, my voice breathless.

He loses his rhythm, his eyes flickering with surprise and then undefinable emotion. Giving up on playing submissive, he rolls me onto my back and raises my arms above my head with hishand securing my wrists. “Say it again,” he demands, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you,” I whisper, meeting his every thrust.

He fucks me harder.

“Louder,” he orders, and I whimper as his lips touch mine before pulling away and waiting for him to give him what he wants.

What he needs.

“I love you,” I yell, and his lips swallow it, his tongue dancing with mine as he continues to fuck me with all that he has.

Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, putting a pillow under my hips. Instead of fucking me again, though, he buries his face in my pussy from behind and starts to lick me like a starving man.

“Fuck,” I moan, gripping onto the pillow, my eyes closing as pleasure consumes me.

Fates, he’s good at that.

I’m coming in no time, my legs quivering as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. Soren drags it out, lips not leaving my clit until I’ve all but sagged down onto the mattress.

The golden glow of magic lifts from the floor upward, wanting us to follow our fate and join our powers.

“Soren.”

His name comes out like a prayer, and he stills, gently turning me so I’m on my back, the pillow falling off the bed to the floor.

His eyes scan mine, and it’s like he’s looking into my soul.

“I want this,” I whisper, gripping his nape and pulling him toward me. “Bond me. Make me yours.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his throat working as he swallows. “I want this so fucking bad, sweetheart. But I want you to want it just as badly.”

I nod and plant a deep kiss on his soft lips. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he curses as he slides back into me. I’m so wet frommy orgasm, and he’s so fucking hard I can feel him everywhere. Our magic starts to intertwine as he fucks me, snaking all around us. The room starts to glow so bright it’s all-consuming as his magic pours into me, and the connection is like nothing I have ever felt before. Soren is inside me. And not just my body. We are two halves of the same soul.

“My perfect little witch,” he whispers, his eyes flickering black as he consumes not just the light in me but also the dark, dead side.

Suddenly, it’s all too much, and we both come together, our power and magic rippling across our skin as the bond starts to lock into place. My wrists start to tingle, and the mating bands that will bond us together for life appear for the whole realm to see. Soren looks down at his hands, cupping my face, noticing his golden bands. The shimmer of golden magic simmers until we can both breathe easily, the pressure letting up.

Soren takes a deep breath and runs the rough pad of his thumb across my cheek. “That was incredible,” he rasps, licking his bottom lip. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

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