Page 129 of Stolen
“You drive me mad, Jules. Every sound you make, every time you gasp my name—I live for it. Iburnfor it.”
God, his words. They hit me hard.
Like adding fuel to the fire burning inside me. For him. Only him.
“Yes, only me. I want you ruined for anyone else. I want you aching for days because I claimed you too hard. I want my name to be the only thing your body remembers.”
My body is so primed. So ready. I am seconds from exploding. And all I can think is how is it this good?
How is it possible it keeps getting better?
“Because I love you. And it will. Every time, Jules,” he growls into my neck, “it’ll be better. Deeper. Stronger. You and me, we were made for this.For each other.”
His words, his touch, the frantic pounding of our bond—it breaks me wide open.
I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies. In the sound of our breath. In the heat of his hands and the low, wicked things he whispers in my ear between kisses.
“Don’t think,” he commands, voice low and rough, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear like a brand. “Justfeel.”
And oh my God—Ido.
I feel him.
All of him.
The dark, divine rush of his magic slipping over my skin like smoke and silk.
The weight of his body beneath me, heavy and anchoring, pressing me into the moment.
The raw possession in his touch, his thrusts, the way he holds nothing back, not even his heart.
I feel the way he loves me—wildly, completely, without hesitation or end.
“I love you,viyen,” I gasp, the words torn from me as pleasure claws through my body, relentless and consuming.
His moves stutter. His chest heaves. Then he starts again, and pleasure feels like an all-consuming wave surrounding me.
I’m floating on it. Soaring high above. Hovering on the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, voice cracking on a groan as he slams into me one final time. “Give it to me. Mine.”
And then we fall—together—dragged under by the storm we created. My body clenches around him, and I feel him thicken, pulse, and finally break with me, our cries lost in the magic that erupts like lightning around us.
Thezarethsurges, that sacred tether between us igniting silver and fierce, curling around our souls like a promise.
Our bond hums in the air, in our skin, in the shadows of the room. It lives.
“I love you,Myrrin,” he whispers hoarsely, his lips brushing against the crown of my head as I slump back against him, utterly undone.
“I love you, too,” I breathe, unable to do anything else.
His massive chest rises beneath me, rumbling with a deep, wordless sound that might be a laugh or a cry—maybe both.
And I just melt.
No more pretending.
No more wondering if I’m enough.
