Page 84 of The Bonds of Nyx

Adrian paused and pulled his fingers away. I whimpered at the loss, barely catching Adrian’s smirk as he rose onto his knees. My lips parted, a weak retort on my tongue. But I watched through half-lidded eyes as Adrian’s sweatpants disappeared, leaving him naked above me.

Even with only the dim light and the golden halo of the kitchen surrounding him, I could tell how beautiful he was. Adrian reminded me of a Greek statue, carved from marble and blessed by the Gods themselves. His kind of beauty intimidated me, and yet I felt no shame lying beneath him with my stretch marks on display.

The dim light allowed me to take him in fully; corded muscle made up his lean body, skin a pinkish gold that flushed as he stared down at me. As he took his cock in hand, spreading my juices along the head, I glanced down at the length of him.

His size should have intimidated me. I chewed my bottom lip in lustful hunger. He curled his hand around his shaft and stroked himself slowly, giving me a full view of the veins that lined the length of his shaft and the pre-cum already beading the tip. He had a decent girth that rivalled Elias, but it was his length that made me hesitate.

My gaze flickered back up to meet Adrian’s, and the cocky grin he wore settled my resolve.

I wanted this. All of this. The bond, the future, everything with him. It flooded me, a complete and all-consuming feeling. My magic rose beneath my skin in agreeance.

“I want you to claim me, Adrian. I want to be bonded to you.”

Adrian paused and blew out a harsh breath before settling above me once again. His kiss was searing as he teased my opening with the tip of his cock, sliding over the slick entrance and circling my already swollen clit. Adrian was surely going to kill me with all this torment. I bucked, feeling him slide against me with an added pressure that forced a groan from my lips.

“You’re so needy,” he murmured in my ear, pulling away once more. I bucked again, seeking friction, but Adrian’s weight held me down. The power of my magic, my bond, urged me to seek more. I ached for him.

“I know. I feel it, too,” Adrian murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. Before I could respond, the head of his cock nudged past my opening, and he sunk into me slowly. “Good girl. Let me into that tight pussy.”

Stars danced behind my eyes as he impaled me in one full stroke. It felt like he could tear me apart with a single thrust. He filled me entirely, so much more than I thought possible, his length almost too much for me to handle.

I cried out, my magic stirring deep in my belly, fully ignited by the promise of a completed mate bond. The mage’s lips foundmine, his magic a gentle caress against the heat burning through me.

After a moment of letting me adjust to his size, Adrian pulled out until only the head of his cock remained. He gazed down at me, his alight with adoration, before slamming into me. “Fuck, you feel so good, Sweetheart,” he murmured, angling my hips upwards slightly. “So much better than I dreamed you would be.”

As his thrusts grew harder, the ties of our mate bond threaded together, our souls solidifying a bond that could never be broken. Adrian kissed up the curve of my neck before capturing my mouth once more as he pressed his hand between us to rub slow circles around my clit.

The stimulation of his cock and fingers paired with the overwhelming magic tying us together almost made me scream. I circled my arms around his neck and clawed at his back, digging my nails into his flesh.

Adrian’s thrusts turned teasing as he slowed his pace. He rolled his hips into mine. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured, easing into me. “You’re mine. Always.”

I pressed my head back into the couch as pressure built in my belly. “Adrian…” My pussy fluttered, clamping around him. “I need to come, please.”

He increased the pressure on my clit, rolling it between his fingers. “Not yet, Sweetheart. Hold on a little longer for me. You can do that, can’t you?”

I bit down on my, holding back another whimper, as he slammed into me. But I forced myself to nod and take the agonisingly slow climax he was determined to give me.

The mage smirked, devious and gorgeous, before rewarding me with the harsh pace I so desperately needed. My magic thrummed beneath my skin, a constant hum in my ears. It begged, too, for Adrian to give me my release.

Adrian claimed my lips, the swipe of his tongue teasing the bond building in my chest. I whimpered against his lips, nails biting into his shoulder and forearm as he slowed, dragging me to the edge before pulling me back.

I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips, drawing him closer. Adrian groaned and buried his face in my hair, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of my throat. Setting a pace that tested my control, Adrian and I turned into a cacophony of grunts and sharp gasps and skin slapping against skin. I couldn’t bring myself to care, not as the bond in my chest twisted and reached for my mate.

Like I could physically see the bonds, they curled around each other before knotting and becoming one strand between us. A soft burning at my back made me gasp, but Adrian’s lips on mine drew me from the burn and back to him.

“Fuck,” he said against my lips. His pace became uneven, and he cursed again.

The edge was close, and I was ready to plummet.

“I’m almost there,” I whispered, burying my face into the crook of his neck as my pussy fluttered around him in warning.

Adrian grunted and resumed toying with my clit, pinching the nub between his fingers.

I couldn’t hold in my scream as Adrian pushed me into my climax. White spots danced across my eyes. His name was a plea on my lips and a cry for mercy as he fucked me through my earth-shattering climax.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he grunted, his movements stuttering as he chased his own finish.

My name turned into a prayer as he filled me with his seed and cradled me close to his chest. The mate bond snapped into place completely, the imaginary ties drawn taut between us. A shiver raced down my spine as a feeling of content washed over me.

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