Page 201 of A Bond in Blood

I nodded.

“Do you love me?”

My tears fell—unexplainably. I couldn’t answer. The response was at the tip of my tongue, but I could not do it.

His thumb stroked my lips. “I will make love to you, myEnaid.”

His hands wrapped around my hips, pressing me into the bed. With one hand, he held my arms above my head. Trapping me in my spot.

“I want to touch you,” I protested.

He said nothing, he only gripped me tighter and I yelled out when he pressed into me.

“Oh Gods,” I cried.

He leaned forward, releasing his hold on me, allowing my arms to wrap around his neck.

He thrusted into me, making my lip quiver from the pleasure.

“I have told you about those Gods,” he whispered, then thrusted again. “They are not welcome.”

I brought my legs up, enveloping his body in them while I held onto his neck. I tugged on his hair, pressing my lips against his while he continued to move.

Holding him so close was an addiction, a poison I never wanted to leave my body. The heat of his chest on mine. His breath on my lips. His hair brushing my fingers at his neck.

He was mine and I was his.

He pulled away from me, kissing hard before he was lifting my legs up, placing them in my own hands.

“Hold on,” he whispered, kissing my calf.

My head hit the dusty pillow on the bed when he entered me, pressing in forcefully but not hard like all the times before.

This was firm, controlled.

Him and I.

His thumb began its maddening circles on me, and I held onto my legs, using them to ground myself while he moved. Pulling the tight need within me to the surface.

“Let go,” he grunted, thrusting into me. “Let go.”

I shook.

“Why?” my mouth uttered without my control. “Why?”

My tears fell but he did not stop moving. The emotions between us were hot, a blanket over the room.

“Why?” I repeated.

He thrusted again, circling his thumb.

“There was no other way,” he whispered.

My head went back against the pillows while the pleasure of his movements took over.

“There was no other way, myEnaid,” he whispered again, slamming into me with his release.

He shook against me and his fingers moved faster, forcing my own release without my control. My legs shook in my hands, and I bit my lip, holding in my cries.

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