Page 79 of The Other Side of the Mirror

“That’s it, you’d better ride me, hellion,” Bash panted. “But don’t think you’re going to get me off before I give you one more.”

I bit down on his neck, and he laughed roughly. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be?”

His hand smacked me lightly on my ass, the sting coupling with the pleasure rippling through me. I moaned, and his eyes flared with understanding before he did it again, tilting my hips to plunge into me at an angle that left me quivering.

“Do you like that?” It was more a growl than a question. “This sweet ass teased me all the way across the Faewilds,” he said, almost reverently, as his fingers dug in. “Begging for me to touch you, to taste you. To make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed. “And you’re m?—”

He took my nipple into his mouth, and I cut off with a gasp. He licked it teasingly before he spanked me again. I whimpered, my inner walls gripping him harder.

“I’m going to move you on your back now,” Bash said in a calm, dominant voice that left me breathless. “And you’re not going to think about anything else but me inside you.”

My head was spinning with pleasure, and it was all I could do to manage to nod. But Bash’s teeth found my earlobe as he murmured, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I moaned, too lost in the feeling of him to think about saying otherwise.

I want you to destroy me,I thought. Or, I may have said it out loud because something behind Bash’s eyes went feral.

With a growl, he flipped himself on top of me in one easy movement, one hand cradled around my waist. He brought my still bound hands in between us.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “I want to see what you do to yourself while I fuck you. Feel exactly what it does to you.”

The feeling of my own underwear still holding my wrists together as I circled my clit had me in a fog of lust so thick, I almost forgot why I hadn’t wanted Bash on top of me. But before I could, Bash drove back into me, each thrust pushing any semblance of fear further away.

“Harder,” I groaned. “I need you.”

“What you do to me, hellion.” The storm clouds in his eyes swirled so wildly I could barely see his pupils. “I want to feel you trembling around me when I finally give in to you.”

His shadows trailed down my sides, teasing until every part of me felt overwhelmingly sensitive. There was another orgasm already building, his unrelenting thrusts driving me to it as I circled my fingers faster and faster.

“Bash…” I might have been screaming it, but I didn’t care as I lost myself in the growing crescendo. “Bash?—”

I orgasmed with his name on my lips. He was close behind, spilling deep inside me as he continued pounding into me, prolonging every second of my shuddering. I wasn’t sure if I felt my pleasure or his through our bond, but the height of it rocked me to my core.

Bash collapsed on top of me before quickly moving to my side, the anticipation of my reaction making my heart ache, even through my lingering euphoria. He carefully removed the lace holding my wrists, kissing both pulse points, his eyes never leaving mine.

I pulled my hands away and brought them to his face, tracing the angles of his cheekbones with my fingers. “Is it always like that? With ananima?”

“The sex or the bond?”

Bash laughed; the sound tinted with wonder. I kissed him to capture it, unable to get enough of his unfettered joy. It took a long minute before we managed to break apart so he could answer me.

“I’ve heard the bond can make things more intense, but I didn’t realize…It’s like you’re made for me, Eva.” He shook his head in amazement, the feeling warm and bright as it spread through me. “As for the bond, I knew what to expect from my parents, from Yael and Marin, and others. But a bond like this defies all reason. It’s one thing to be told and quite another to experience it for myself.”

“You could have warned me,” I grumbled, but I was unable to keep up the charade of annoyance as he kissed down my neck. I let out a loud, breathless sound that was rewarded with a low chuckle.

Bash smirked. “And ruin the surprise?”

I rolled my eyes. Bash raised a devilish brow.

“We should wash off,” I said, then laughed out loud at how quickly he had me in his arms, kissing me as he carried me to the shower.

His lips found my earlobe, teeth nipping at me in a way that quickly turned my laugh into a gasp, my body arching toward him instinctually. He released me to the ground with a soft smile that made my heart skip.

“First, I’m going to wash every inch of you,” Bash drawled. “Then we should find our friends and figure out our next move.”

Bash turned the shower on, testing the water before carrying me in. I blushed, thinking of him between my legs for the second time. He tilted his head in question, obviously sensing my sudden shyness.

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