Page 10 of Bound By the Wraith: Northern Realms

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Cillian stalked toward her and then brushed his knuckles down the side of her face, letting his fingers trail over her flushed, sensitive skin, enjoying the gooseflesh his touch left there. “Perhaps you’ll enjoy being my mate.”

Cali swallowed hard. “Doubtful. It’s a deal though, and I stick to my word.”

Cillian scoffed in disbelief. “Humans never do.”

“I won’t double-cross you.” And there was something in her voice that made him think he could believe her. That she was true to her word on this.

“You’re making the right decision,” he said. “My way offers you freedom at the end. Breaking the contract you have with me only leads to your ruination.”

“I understand.” Their gazes locked and the blood in his veins heated. All he wanted to do was hold her again. Unlock her memories, let her know that they could finally be together, that she didn’t have to go through this whole turmoil of reincarnation, that everything he had been doing up until this point insured that he could have her for eternity.

It’s why he was doing all he could.

It was all for her.

Only, he couldn’t tell her that. He couldn’t. If he did, he would lose his realm.

He would lose everything, including her.

“So, am I prisoner in this room? What do I do? I’m not one for just sitting still.”

“There is a library,” Cillian said. “There is a garden. Whatever you desire, I can make happen. At night, though, you belong to me.”

A shiver of dread,but also excitement that Cali couldn’t quite explain, ran down her spine.

“At night, though, you belong to me.”

There was a dark promise laced in those words and though she should be terrified, it actually kind of gave her a secret thrill. She found it titillating, probably more than she should.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

Cillian grinned at her, slowly, his dark eyes seeming to glow. “There is nothing wrong with you. It’s very natural for you to feel this way. You have dreamt of me, haven’t you?”

Her throat tightened, her mouth going dry. “What do you mean?”

“I can read your mind, Cali. I know that you’ve had dreams of me.”

“I’ve never seen you before,” she murmured.

“Ah, but it’s me in your dreams. I see snippets of them in your mind. Erotic dreams.” He took a step closer and touched her face, his fingers surprisingly warm as they traced her jaw, sending a ripple of pleasure through her. Her breathing became erratic, her pulse pounding in her ears at his touch.

“How can I have erotic dreams. I haven’t…” Her face flushed with heat, embarrassed about her admission that she was about to tell him she was a virgin.

“Pet, I know everything.” His face hovered above her, his lips mere inches from hers. His hands drifted down her neck and she could feel the slight curve of his fingers on her throat, on her jugular, and it sent a rush of adrenaline through her. He could crush her throat, but somehow, she knew he wouldn’t. It was dangerous and thrilling.

He could kill her, but she had this deep instinct that told her that Cillian wouldn’t. That she was safe with him. Just like the man in her dreams.

“I…” She trailed off again, not sure what to say, uncertain of these feelings flowing through her. He turned her on. Completely. It was as if she had no control over her body whenhe was near, like her body knew him. And knew what she wanted.

“You know instinctually what to do. Your body knows what it craves,” he whispered against her ear, his breath on skin. He was reading her thoughts again.

“And what’s that?” she asked breathlessly.

“Pleasure.”

Cillian’s lips pressed against hers, light at first, but it sent a flush of heat through her, like liquid fire. Something she had never felt before, and she melted. His kiss deepened and she sank against the mattress, his body over hers. She opened her legs, his body resting between her thighs. It seemed familiar, like she’d been here before. An ache, a longing for that pleasure that he said she would crave built deep in the pit of her stomach, and she wanted to know what it was like to be possessed, to be taken, to be fucked. She’d pleasured herself before, but she didn’t want that. It seemed dull compared to being taken by this wraith. She wanted to know what that pleasure he promised, the one her body craved so desperately, felt like and right now she didn’t care if she gave that away to this demon.

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