Page 27 of Bound in Violet Ink
“Louder,” he commands through a suck, almost as if it the command wasn’t voluntary.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Kane!”
My navel tightens as my knees close around him, Kane grunting as he drains my orgasm, his hands nearly bruising my hips with how hard he grips me.
And I can feel him. The desire to fuck me without pausing or grace. To dominate my body in ways that will permanently imprint him on me. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I say, “I want you to fuck me how you want to.”
He growls as he stands, murderous hands gripping my hips once more. If I were to rise, I bet my scent would be all over that magnificently masculine face. I don’t get to find out as my legs are spread around his waist. The tip of his cock aligns with my body as I’m still caught in the wakes of pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his pupils completely blown. Without a second to waste, I gasp as he completely spreads meopen with a gentle thrust forward. I watch as his cock slowly disappears into my body, feeling that invasion from the inside.
His girth has me taking a few deep breaths to help my body accept him, my eyes rolling with how it feels to be utterly filled with Kane, like no crevice is left untouched.
I’m only more excited by the idea that this actually is happening—Kane has takenthispart of me. I’m never returning to that castle again… only to wherever this brute of a man takes me.
I’ve heard losing one’s womanhood can hurt, but I didn’t quite know what that would mean. My whimper mixes with groans of pleasure more than pain.
He leans down to kiss me as he gently slides in and out of me, holding me very still, until all at once his tongue possessively swoops into my mouth as his cockburiesinto me, completely filling me with him as he groans into my mouth.
Kane’s hips move harder, the bed rhythmically hitting the wall of a stranger’s home as he moans while our flesh collides. I’m amazed at how I feel another orgasm rising, sounds of pleasure mixing with his.
“Come on my cock, Victoria, as I spill into you.”
Some part of me wonders if I’m so unrestrained because he’s my mate, or simply because of the novelty. Either way, I dig my fingers into his thick, hard back, kissing him as Iwantto come again. To use this violent man for my pleasure.
When my body is on the verge of coming once more, Kane presses his warm lips down my jaw, licking the fresh wounds of his claiming mark. My orgasm mixes with searing pain as I cry out, so overwhelmed with pleasure at the notion that it will be impossible to hide this mating mark.
He thrusts with so much force that he’s utterly flush against me. I’m so full of Kane when until his cock pulsates. It dawns onme that he’s actually coming inside of me, and I’ll be leaking the scent of a revered Unseelie High Lord.
I doubt I’ll exist much without this claim for some time. The tether between us tightens and thickens, this bite permanently intertwining our energies so only death can separate us. The behemoth gently kisses me after unleashing what has to be only a glimpse at the feral side of him, my blood on his lips.
“You are mine, little flower. The rest of the world may fear me, but not you. You willneverneed to.”
Whetheror not hope remains to be an elusive, fickle creature is yet to be determined. Personally, I think sheer will is ignored more than it otherwise should be.Hopemay have gotten me through the darkest nights, held up by a desperate need to prevent surrendering myself to the courts of someone who loathed me.
The courts that I neverbelongedto.
Now, standing tall in what was once the sanctum of this Seelie palace, it gives me great pleasure to wear a violet dressadorned with metal. The fabric flows effortlessly to the hem that stops at my ankles. A lady’s suit of armor. I spent weeks wondering what to wear upon returning here, as a dress, after all, is whattheytaught me to wear. Made me perform in.
But Kane, in all the glory of his brilliant heart, persuaded me that I’m allowed to love things I found within these walls without letting them define me. Tonotwear an outfit such as this would not be honoring the authentic side of me. So, I’m honoring myself in my own way with metal plating sewn into the shoulders, corset, and sides.
The corridor leading to Silas’s private quarters is just as I remember, with immaculately polished floors, gold-veined columns, and light spilling like the opulent windows.
How many secrets these walls have silenced.
My heels click with deliberate poise on the marble as I approach the double doors. I had chosen this location, as well. It’s where he first hit me, where he told me I was a healer but my locket would be locked away, and where he had been given the notice that Kane was freed.
Ginger was kind enough to relay that to me, and is now happily my lady’s maid underneath Kane.
Perhaps this placedidoffer me a few things worth keeping.
As I stand in front of these doors, a lifetime of sorrow, regret, anger, damaged hope, and a longing for just beingwanted—my eyes fall to the gilded knobs.
The footsteps that had trailed my shadow stop just behind me.
Kane doesn’t ask why I’ve stopped. Not now, not all these months later, with our bond completed. The bond between us hums like a tether of heat and strength at my back. He knows I hesitate because an oddly childish part of me is worried I’ll say the wrong thing. Ruin the moment I’m so eager to claim.
Moment.
