Page 49 of Blood Freed

“You’re everything,” I whisper against his throat. “Everything.”

He shudders as I press open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down his neck. His hands tangle in my hair as I explore him with lips and tongue and gentle teeth.

Through our bond, I feel his pleasure spiral higher. It feeds my own, creating an endless loop of sensation.

His hands slide up my ribs, and I melt into his touch with a soft gasp. The cool brush of his fingers against my sensitive flesh sends shivers through me. He takes his time exploring, mapping every curve and hollow. My breasts, my belly, the swell of my mound.

When his mouth follows the path of his hands, I clutch at his shoulders, trembling. His tongue traces patterns that make me writhe beneath him. The contrast between his cool lips and my flushed skin is exquisite torture.

“God, Soren, I need you so badly.” I’m gasping as I reach between us, finding his cock hard and ready. He groans against my skin as I stroke him, his hips rocking instinctively into my touch.

His fingers trail lower, teasing and exploring. I gasp his name as he finds my clit with his thumb, then slides his fingertip between my folds. The dual sensations of his skilled touch and our shared arousal through the bond are almost overwhelming.

“Please,” I whisper, guiding him where I need him most. He understands, shifting to align our bodies perfectly. When he finally sinks into me, the connection blazes white-hot between us.

I cry out at the perfect fullness, the rightness of him inside me. His forehead presses against mine as he starts to move, our breaths mingling. The bond pulses with each thrust, pleasure building in waves.

“Mine,” I gasp, raking my nails down his back. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” he agrees roughly. “Always yours.”

The admission breaks something loose in both of us. Our movements grow frantic, desperate. I arch beneath him, taking him deeper, wanting to crawl inside his skin.

When his fangs graze my throat, I bare my neck in offering. “Please,” I beg. “Drink from me…”

He sinks his teeth into my flesh at the same moment I fall apart around him. The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming. At the same time, I can feel his pleasure rising, almost as if it’s my own. By the time his release crashes through him, I’m riding an overwhelming wave of bliss.

In that moment, we are one being. One heart. One soul. The connection between us burns away everything else – all the fear and pain and uncertainty – leaving only this perfect oneness.

As we come down slowly, he licks the puncture wounds closed with infinite tenderness. I stroke his hair, his back, anywhere I can reach. His weight anchors me as our breathing gradually steadies.

“I won’t let them take you from me,” I tell him fiercely. “We’ll find a way.”

He raises his head to look at me, his eyes glowing softly in the darkness. I see the protest forming on his lips and silence it with a kiss.

“No,” I say firmly. “You don’t get to sacrifice yourself. Not for me. Not for anyone. We fight together or not at all.”

A ghost of a smile touches his mouth. “So stubborn,” he murmurs, but there’s wonder in his voice.

“You knew that when you fell in love with me,” I say, then freeze as I realize what I’ve admitted.

His smile grows. “I did,” he agrees softly. “Just as you knew what you were getting into when you fell in love with me.”

Joy blooms in my chest, bright and fierce. I pull him down for another kiss, pouring all my love into it. He responds with equal fervor, and soon, we’re lost in each other again.

Let Lucien come for us. Let the whole world try to tear us apart. They’ll learn what happens when you threaten what belongs to a Blackwood witch.

We’ll find a way. We have to.

Because I’m not letting anyone take him from me. Not the Council, not Lucien, not death itself.

He is mine, and I am his, and that’s all that matters.

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Chapter 17

Mia

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