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I licked my lips as he panted. “You seem a little worked up over there, My Lord.” I grinned.

He dropped to his knees and shoved his hand between my thighs. I gritted my teeth to hold back my moan as he gathered the mess of wetness there, before bringing it to his mouth. “Mmm. Seems like I’m not the only one worked up, darling.” Raiden pulled the tie from my braid and unraveled my hair around my shoulders, looking truly mesmerized by it. “Did you know your silver hair was the first thing I noticed about you when you walked into The Arcane Theater? Just a flash of silver, swaying around in that little crimson dress. Begging me, even then, to ruin you.”

His ability to mix romance with absolute filth made me want to suck his cock again.

He reached down, taking my hands in his. The shadows disappeared back into his hands from around my wrists. With them finally free, I pushed him until he was flat on his back, a smile across his face.

“I know you brought us in here for the bed, but I’m too impatient,” I said as I crawled on top of him. “I’m done waiting, Raiden,” I whispered as I sank down onto his cock with a groan.

“Fuck, Silvana. You’re so tight,” he breathed, looking down to where we were joined. Finally. “So fucking perfect. Taking my cock so good, darling.”

He snapped his hips up against me and I started riding him as if my life depended on it because it did. I knew it was the bond, but it felt more like pure magic. The sort they write stories about. Being joined with him, I could feel my magic seeping into him as his was doing the same to me. I didn’t know if that was normal, but I knew I needed him in every aspect of the word. I leaned down, my forehead pressed against him, as we set a punishing pace together.

“I need you, Raiden,” I whispered, our breaths intermingling.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and love. “Take whatever you need from me, my stunning ice queen.”

I kissed him gently and then continued down his jawline and neck. I stopped just above his collarbone—sucking, licking, and running my fangs over the skin there. Our pace staggered because we both knew what was coming. Raiden reached back, gathering my hair in his fist, as he moved it from my neck.

“Do it, Silvana.” His voice was absolutely feral with need.

So I did. I sank my fangs into his neck as he slammed his hips against mine, burying himself as deep as he could go into my cunt. Just when I felt like I couldn’t feel any more full, I felt his fangs pierce my neck and the world went white. My orgasm hit me like a wall of fire from my head to my toes as I swallowed mouthfuls of Raiden’s blood. He tasted like what I imagined warmth to feel like and I wanted it, always.

Time slipped by before I was finally sated. I lazily licked the bite marks on his neck and leaned my head on his chest. He started running his fingers through my hair, his cock still buried inside of me.

“I can feel you, everywhere,” he whispered.

I tried to think about what he was saying, but my entire body had never felt more relaxed than it did at that moment. As if for the first time ever, I could stop running.

“I love you, Raiden,” I whispered, realizing that I truly did love this male with every fiber of my being.

Sleep claimed me before I could hear his response.

Chapter26

My Silvana

Raiden

Cold. So very fucking cold.

That was the first thing I noticed—which was odd because while vampires could feel the different temperatures, they didn’t typically affect us. However, I was most definitely feeling the cold. I also noticed that my shadows were not writhing beneath my skin as they normally did. Forcing my eyes open, I looked down at myself. I was still dressed in my loose black silk pants, the ties tied tightly around my waist. No shirt and no shoes. Exactly how I was dressed when I crawled into bed next to Silvana’s sleeping form after cleaning up.

I let my eyes wander the scene around me—quickly noting that my female wasn’t anywhere to be seen. What was to be seen, though, was… overwhelming.

I was standing in some sort of massive hall. It was wide enough for five of me to walk side by side. Grand was an understatement. Colossal gold and deep blue arches every ten steps or so decorated the walkway. The arch itself looked to be made of solid gold, while it had deep indigo stars carved into it. Between the stars looked like words, but I wasn’t familiar with the language. The floor was a gleaming gold metal, and ice cold beneath my feet. Its sheen was truly resplendent, making it clear that the owner was interested in shocking people. At least, that was my takeaway because that’s all I felt standing in the midst of it all. Shock and awe.

There were windows along one side, one between each decorated arch, covered in gold gossamer curtains. I slowly walked toward one, and pushed the fabric out of the way, trying to ascertain where exactly I was. My heart sank when my eyes adjusted to the brightness. There was only one place in all of Kostbare that looked like this.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of the curtain and started following the arches.

I walked for what felt like ages, listening to the silence that shouldn’t be in a place this vast before I finally came to the end of the walkway. The path opened into a huge round room with a domed ceiling, still all gold, of course. Only now with powder blue and cream accents across the room. Chaise lounge chairs with medium-sized cushions on the floor around them. In the center of the room was a statue of a male that was three times taller than me and just as wide. But what really stood out was the statue was made of ice and adorned with gold paint sporadically, as if the artist just wanted to draw even more attention to the piece than its gargantuan size already capably did.

A prickling sense of unease cascaded along the back of my neck the farther I went into the room. I felt like I should be anywhere but here. Shaking off the feeling, I approached the statue. I realized I knew who it was the closer I came to it.

Shaking my head, I walked past the depiction of him. I chose a random archway to exit through when I finally heard a noise. This hall had scattered doors branching off, so I decided to pick the door closest to me, hoping it would explain to me why I was there.

I was starting to believe this was a dream, but I didn’t typically dream of places I hadn’t been, nor did I feel so cognizant during them. And I definitely hadn’t been here before.

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