Page 26 of A Baron of Bonds
I thought I would die there in his arms as he gripped my body so tightly, it didn’t matter that I could not breathe before. I could not now in his embrace either.
He pulled me back, both of his strong hands clasped around my face. “Do you know me?”
I sobbed again, a pathetic creature in truth—one without the strength left to answer him with words.
He shook my head in panic. “Do you know me, Karus?”
I cried out again and nodded, my lips reaching his just as he gritted his teeth and moved down to mine.
“I’m sorry,” I managed to mumble between our mouths. “Forgive me.” He gripped me harder. “Please,” I begged.
I heard nothing else in our glowing cage of the power of the Baron of Felgren. The colors swirled a solid black and blue all around us and we heard nothing but the sound of our hurried breaths and pressed lips. We kissed each other with force, our tongues ready to bruise, our teeth ready to bite, to maim, and mark what each of us thought of as our own.
He consumed me with his lips, his tongue and teeth, and I him, neither willing to let the other have more than what we ourselves wanted—what we each needed.
I tore through his shirt just as he pulled on my thighs, once again and for the hundredth time lifting me up onto his waist, my shaking legs wrapping around his hips in a possessive clutch.
His shirt ripped and I pulled at the sleeves in a wild fury, yanking the apparently useless amethyst band from his arm and throwing it to the ground. Either by the force of my magic or the strength of my throw, it shattered, bits of purple stone flying across our space and skittering along the mosaic floor.
Holding my back, he swept us down to the patterned tile, an expanse of purple and midnight thistle, each inlay a tiny part of what created a masterpiece in the castle.
Hewas the masterpiece.Hewas the part of me that created something so beautiful, I could not be without it. I had tried. For seven years I had breathed and my body had pumped blood through my veins, but I had notlived.
This. This was living.
I gripped his black hair in my hands, our mouths still harsh and furious, our chests finally touching as he yanked down the top of my dress, brass buttons flying to the barrier and bouncing off its swirling surface.
I fumbled my hands to his pants, unbuttoning them swiftly and using my boots to slide them down just as he cupped my breasts and squeezed, the pain fueling our lust further as I pulled up my skirts and ripped aside my undergarments, finding the thick of him and guiding it inside of me.
My cry this time was of pleasure.
My breath this time left my body in a torrent of ecstasy, any remote thought of holding back on what I wanted from him long gone from my mind. All I could see washim.
All I could feel washim, thick and pounding inside of me, and I could not fathom how I could ever live without it.
Each thrust gave me life.
Each dip of his hips reassured me that what I needed to survive washim.
We had only time.
We had only need, and frustration, and desire.
The pleasure was so great, the moment of our reunion so powerful, I found myself slipping into a fuzzy black, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my neck falling limp in a picture of death by lust. Death by ravaging of the man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.
“No, you don’t,” he gritted, picking up his pace as my legs let loose at his sides, and I began to sink into the ornate flooring of the castle I was raised in.
“You’re staying right here with me,” he growled and slid one hand behind my head, pulling on a fistful of my hair, the dull pain bringing me back to the light to relish in the exquisite release that tore through my very bones in a shedding of all I had held inside for weeks.
“Karus,” he groaned, pushing himself inside over and over, again and again and again, seeking his own oblivion and finding it as his mouth met mine once more. His tongue pressed against mine, daring me to meet him one more time in what we were so masterful at making together.
He slowed finally as my senses returned in pieces. My lungs burned as if I had run miles without stopping. My legs shook as if I had climbed a mountain. He did not move from me as he gasped into my neck, and I squeezed his chest to mine.
I would not let go.
How could I ever let go.
He motioned to slide out of me and lift himself off my body, but I held on tighter. “No. Please.” He moved his head to look at me, and I at least allowed that. His bottom lip was bleeding and his eyes were a wild blue that matched the magic that still surrounded us. “Just stay here a little longer.”
