Page 36 of Chains of Love

I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. A small gasp escapes her lips as I roll my hips. The bond thrums with shared desire, amplifying every sensation.

"Your body is perfect," I growl into her ear. "Let me show you just how perfect."

She trembles against me. "The bond—it's making you feel this way."

"No." I slide my hand up her side. "The bond just lets me show you how I really feel."

And I'm not going to let the bond to all the work.

The cold mountain air whispers over us, but the heat between Lirien and me could ignite the very stars above. I watch her, the way her lips part slightly, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. The bond thrums with a hunger I've kept leashed for too long.

"Darak," she whispers, her voice laced with a need that matches my own.

I can't resist her any longer. My hand finds its way into her robes, my fingers tracing the seam of her pants. She gasps as I rub her over the fabric, the heat of her arousal seeping through. Her body arches into my touch, a silent plea for more.

"You're so wet for me," I murmur against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She shudders, her hands clutching at the linens.

I slip my hand beneath the waistband of her pants, my fingers sliding through her slickness. She's a marvel, a wonder I never knew I was searching for. When I push a finger inside her, she moans, the sound echoing off the mountainside.

Her walls clench around my finger as I work her, each stroke intentional, each caress designed to unravel her further. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come. Her hips buck against my hand, chasing the pleasure I'm giving her.

"Look at you," I growl, "taking what you need. You're beautiful like this."

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, her eyes locked on mine. "Darak, I?—"

I cut her off with a kiss, deep and claiming, as I feel her begin to tighten around my fingers. She cries out into my mouth as she comes, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

As her breathing begins to slow, I withdraw my hand, bringing my fingers to my lips. I suck her essence from them, savoring her taste. Her eyes widen, a mix of shock and desire flickering in their depths.

"It's been a while," she pants out, as if she needs to defend her body's eager response to me.

"Delicious," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "And we've only just begun."

She watches me, her eyes dark with arousal, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. I can see the questions in her eyes, the uncertainty, but there's also trust—trust that I will not hurt her, that I will give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

And I intend to keep that promise, over and over again, until the bond between us is strengthened by more than just magic—until it's forged by the very fires of our desire.

18

LIRIEN

The heat of Darak's body against mine is a stark contrast to the cool mountain air that whispers over our skin. His fingers, deft and demanding, explore me with an urgency that sends shivers cascading down my spine. I'm no stranger to the dance of flesh, but with Darak, each touch is a discovery, each sensation amplified by the bond that now ties us inexorably together.

"You're thinking too much," Darak murmurs against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. His hand stills inside me, and I can't help but squirm, seeking the friction he so cruelly denies.

I turn my head, our noses brushing, and fix him with a defiant glare. "And you're not thinking enough," I retort, though the playful edge in my voice belies the desire that threatens to consume me.

His laugh is a dark promise. "Let me worry about that." He withdraws his hand, and I can't suppress the whimper that escapes me. But before I can protest, he's tugging at my pants, pulling them down over my hips with a desperation that mirrors my own.

The cool air kisses my bare skin, and I'm acutely aware of the vulnerability of my position, laid out before him like an offering. Yet, there's a thrill in it, a heady power in the way his crimson eyes darken with need.

Darak's hands roam over me, mapping the contours of my body with an almost reverent touch. "I haven't stopped thinking about this since that night at the lake," he confesses, his voice a hungry growl that resonates within me.

I remember that night all too well—the moonlight on his face, the intensity of his gaze as he approached me in the water. It seems like a lifetime ago, and yet, the memory is as fresh as the mountain air.

"You have a funny way of showing it," I say, my words punctuated by a gasp as he presses his erection against the curve of my ass. The barrier of his trousers is a frustrating tease, and I arch against him, wordlessly begging for more.

"Patience, Liri," he chides, but there's a note of amusement in his voice that tells me he's enjoying this game as much as I am. His hands continue their exploration, sliding under my robes to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden under his touch.

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