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“Tell me what you need next time,” she whispers, searching my eyes. “Don’t go search for it somewhere else.”

Fuck. When she puts it like that…

“Never,” I promise. “And you need to stop running. There’s no escaping me, Sunshine.”

Her lips curve upward. “Deal,” she pants. “But only because you have a big dick and are good in bed.”

For the first time ever, during sex, I laugh.

And then I kiss her some more.

“Bond with me,” she pleads, and my eyes flash open as I look up at her, trying to see through the haze of lust and inhibition. Our magic snakes together all around us, twirling and intertwining, tempting us with what could be.

“Are you sure?” I rasp, needing her to be certain.

She grinds herself against me. She’s so fucking wet, and herpussy is gripping me like a vise. If she expects me to be the voice of reason right now, she has another thing coming.

“I’m fucking sure,” she moans, her nails digging into my chest.

Flipping her onto her back, I take over as I fuck her into the mattress. She offers me the other side of her throat, and I bend low to pierce my fangs into her at the same time I drive into her sweet pussy.

“Bane,” she moans loudly, coming all over my cock.

Fuck.

The magic pulsing around us is proof she is willing to accept the bond, to merge both our souls and power. And when I accept that connection from my end, finishing inside her at the same time, pleasure explodes unlike I’ve ever felt before. My fangs are still in her neck, and being inside her in every way is intense but so perfect. Thunder rumbles, winds roar, and lightning crackles outside, the strikes creating flashes of light through the open window.

Saylor comes a second time, and it’s an out-of-body fucking experience. If I thought I felt connected to her before, that was nothing.

But this moment is everything.

She’s inside me, has all of me, and now nothing can ever change that.

I can feelher.

Her magic. Her emotions. Her blood. Her pussy.

Her whole fucking essence.

And she is beautiful.

Warm.

Fierce.

Loyal.

And all mine.

She might be an illusionist, but being with her is the most realthing I’ve ever known.

CHAPTER NINE

Saylor

The golden bands around my wrists should feel like shackles, but I don’t remember ever feeling more free. Bane brings my arm to his lips and kisses the symbol of our forever bond.

“I want you again.” His low, rough whisper against my ear has my nipples pebbling.

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