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“Viyen.”
I can’t get enough of hearing her say that.
Lust and love twist together, and I lose the last thread of my restraint.
I rise above her, letting her see all of me.
My scars, my power, the hunger in my eyes.
My cock is thick and ready, flushed dark with need.
She reaches for me, eyes wide with trust.
And I slide inside her in one smooth, deep thrust.
We cry out together, her walls gripping me tight, like her body knows mine, like we were made for this.
I rock into her slowly at first, each stroke dragging pleasure through both our bodies until she’s clawing at my back, whispering my name like a chant.
Her nails rake over my shoulders.
My rune-marked hands grip her hips, guiding her as we move together.
Not just fucking.
Claiming.
Her breath shatters.
Her body tenses, shivering on the edge.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “Come for me,Viyella.”
She does—with a cry that echoes through the stone walls, her magic exploding with mine in a storm of silver fire.
I follow, roaring her name as I spill inside her, stars crashing behind my eyes.
I feel it. And I know she does. Our bond. Ourzareth, tightening, almost burning in its intensity.
We collapse together, breathless, tangled in each other.
And when I feel the lingering heat pulse between our hearts again, steady and sure, I know the truth I’ve been avoiding.
This has never been part of a strategy.
This has always been about us. Jules and me. Bound forever.
And when I open my eyes, I’m astounded.
“Your—your hair,” I murmur, seeing her once dark locks laced now with the stars themselves.
And I know she is a blessing.
Chapter18
Jules
The Eyrie—TheBedroom
