Page 149 of Moonmarked

“You do. My faith is unwavering,” he said with a devilish grin that made me fucking melt.

“Fuck, Rune, you feel incredible,” I admitted, pushing his shirt down his shoulders, touching his smooth skin, the curves of his arms.

“Not as incredible as you taste, wilding. You were made for me.” He kissed the breath out of me. “I could eat you for days…”

Oh, God.“Rune, if someone comes?—”

“Let them.” He cut me off, grabbing my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it as he grabbed his hard cock in his hand and teased my clit with the tip of him.

Fucking hell, Ilovedwhen he got like this. It was different than usual, but at the same time so completelyRune.

“Let them come. I don’t care if the entire court burns—just say my name like that again,” he said and pushed himself inside me halfway.

I moaned, my hips rising to meet him automatically, and he felt even better than I remembered.

“God, Rune,” I choked, grabbing his face in my hands, lips parted as his tongue devoured me. He thrust his hips and came inside me deeper, and not just my mouth but every cell in me called out his name.

“That’s it, wildling. That’s it,” he said, teasing me, moving a little faster, a little deeper each time, that smile still on his face.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I said and kissed him with all of me.

He growled like an animal, fell on top of me all the way and chased the air out of my lungs, buried his cock all the way inside me.

Heaven. It was heaven.

My limbs locked around him tightly—mine, mine, he’s all mine.

Rune stayed there, moaning that perfect sound right into my ear, pushing himself deeper, easing himself in. Like that, I felt all of him, every little inch pulsating inside me.

Then Rune raised his head a little until we were face to face, lips touching, eyes locked.

“The way you got under my skin so fast,” he whispered, licking my lips slowly. “You’re in my blood, Nilah. You’re in my bones now. I couldn’t live without this.” His every word wasfull. Honest. Coming from his heart.

“You never have to,” I breathed. “Not ever. I’m with you to the end.” And that was a promise.

He heard it just fine because he knew me just like I knew him. And the next time he kissed me, it was slow and rough at the same time.

Our bodies knew how to move, how to pick the perfect rhythm, how to come undone together. Feeling him sliding in and out of me, whispering praise, kissing me like I really was his everything felt like the world was going to end soon—and we could build a new one right after.

We merged together, became one, touched the stars with our bare hands—and most importantly, we fell in each other’s arms again, whole.

The piecesof my nightgown and my panties ended up on the floor. We were tangled in one another, lying in the middle of the bed by the time the sun rose fully in the sky. I touched his face, played with his hair, and he kissed inside my wrist, right over my pulse. A lazy, lingering kiss that made my lips jealous.

“What happened to you, Rune?” I asked eventually because the dreadedI-have-to-go-nowloomed right over my head, and I couldn’t stand the pressure.

“I did it,” he whispered.

“You did what?”

He leaned back and looked at me. “I broke the seal.”

My stomach fell all the way to my heels. I froze in place when Rune let go of me and sat up, and in the sunlight, I could clearly see the tattoo that marked his neck, his shoulder, and his back, except…it wasn’t the same.

My God, the tattoo had changed, and I hadn’t even noticed when I took his shirt off. Half the shapes and the curves and the ink were gone now, disappeared, and they’d left no trace behind like they’d never even been there to begin with.

“Rune,” I choked, unsure of what to even think.

“It’s okay, wilding. Breathe,” he said, and he was right to look concerned because I was fucking panicking.

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