Page 166 of Song of Her Siren

He frowned down at our joined hands. “The memories aren’t.”

I tenderly stroked the side of his face. “Do I need to get Tari to heal your soul?”

“She would have to wipe my memories to heal me.” He rubbed trembling hands down his legs. “And I never want to forget, lest the danger threaten us again.”

Oh, my poor, tattered heart. It wept for my mate. “Tari and I will wipe the world of these demons.” I did my best to infuse a note of positivity into my voice. “And then we will return to Abyssus, where you can recover.”

“Abyssus.” The name of his estate sounded like a foreign word coming from him. “I can hardly remember my home. It felt as if I was in the abyss for years.”

“It was only a few days,” I said, my chest aching at the lost look in his eyes. But I understood what he meant. It felt like Tari and I had been searching for his soul forever.

He flashed a pained smile. “I know, but it’s hard to put into words what I experienced.”

I took his hand in mine. “You don’t have to.”

He visibly swallowed, then pulled his hand away. “He wanted to banish my soul forever and make you his mate.”

The thought made me nauseated. I cupped his cheek, desperately searching his eyes for that familiar spark. “I would never let that happen.”

He nodded, turning his gaze to the moonlight spilling through the curtains. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

Guilt dripped off his words, and I felt even more terrible for him. How could he blame himself?

“You were, though.” Smiling softly, I clenched my fists in my lap, not wanting to smother him. “My memories of you kept me going.”

He heaved a sigh, the weariness in his eyes making him appear as though he’d aged ten years. “Lovemaking makes your magic stronger, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” I grimaced, looking away. “But you need to focus on your recovery.”

His fingers grazed my collarbone, and I was stunned by the clouds of desire swirling in his eyes. “I want to make love, but I don’t think I remember how.”

I threaded my fingers through his. I’d missed him so much and had been dreaming of this moment, but I wasn’t sure if this was the right time. “Drae, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Shiri.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb, those clouds of desire in his eyes darkening to swirling storms. “I want you.” He leaned forward, his wings wrapping around us, shielding us in a cocoon of darkness, his voice echoing as if we were back in the abyss, making a shiver steal down my spine. “Please drive away my demons.” The plea in his voice was enough to shatter my heart.

“Not like this.” I pushed on his chest, forcing him to lie down. As much as I loved his wings around me, I didn’t want either of us feeling like we were trapped in the dark ever again.

He lay on his back, his wings flattened beneath him, his eyes reflecting adoration as he stared up at me like I held the moon and all the stars in my eyes. For a moment, I pretended he had never been lost to me, my brave mate who had risked his soul and fought off demons to protect me. He raised his hips, letting me pull off his trousers, his beautiful, big erection already hard for me. I slipped off my shift and then climbed on top of him, planting a tender kiss on his mouth while gently coaxing him to relax. I was very aware of his hard sex pressed against mine, though I made no attempt to mount him. Not yet, anyway. First, I needed him to know he was loved. I slowly broke the kiss, my lips trailing across his brow, then back to his lips before I brushed every inch of his skin with my hands and mouth, moving down his body until I reached his member.

He let out a groan, sinking into the mattress when I took him into my mouth, gently loving him with my lips and tongue, savoring his member as if it was ambrosia from heaven, stopping to catch my breath while massaging his tight sack.

He held a hand out to me, a dreamy look in his eyes.Ride me, darling, he called in my mind.

And so I mounted him, slowly sliding onto his thick cock until he filled every inch of me. Flattening my palms against his chest, I gyrated against him, the feeling of his cockhead striking my core too exquisite for words.

My breasts heaved as I rode him, my nipples pebbling in the cool night air. He latched on to them, flicking my nipples with his thumbs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as I moved faster, my juices coating his cock with each thrust.

Cupping his cheek, I stared into his eyes.Drae, I called through thought.I missed you so much.

He squeezed my breasts harder.I missed you, my love.

As I ground my sex into his, I felt that lost connection, the frayed tether to our hearts strengthening. My heart soared. He might not be healed in one night, but I would get my Drae back.

I rode him harder, faster, kissing his palm and staring deeply into his eyes when he cupped my cheek. With each euphoric thrust, I came closer to orgasm, my sex swelling and spiraling toward release. I could tell by the tension around his eyes and mouth that he was close too.

Drae!I called through thought as I reached for that pinnacle.I’m going to come.

Come, my love, he coaxed, his whisper-soft voice a purr in my mind.

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