Page 47 of The Delta's Rogue
“I already told you”—he kisses me between his words—“I will find you.”
“¡Prométemelo, mi vida!” I demand, lifting my hands to his face and digging my fingertips into his cheekbones. “Promise me.”
He covers one hand with his, moving it to his lips to kiss before he presses it to his chest again. “I promise I will find you.” His eyes meet mine, sincerity etched into their gray depths, as his words bind his vow to my heart. “I promise, Sarina,” he repeats.
“Te lo prometo,” I whisper, coaching him to say it in Spanish. “Te lo prometo.”
“Te lo prometo.”
He rolls onto his side, removes his dick from my pussy, and wraps me in his embrace again. His heart slows, but mine thunders harder, echoing in my ears like the hooves of a thousand wild horses.
“Sarina,” Rune mindlinks me, her voice a whisper in my mind. “It’s time.”
“A few more minutes.”I squeeze my eyes shut and tighten my arms around Sebastian.
“You’ve already stayed too long. We have to go.”
I bite my lip, holding in my tears. “Sebastián,” I mutter, my voice weak. I wait for him to answer, but it’s silent. “Sebby?” I say again, but there’s still no response.
I open my eyes, and his are closed, his breaths unnaturally deep. I reach for Sebastian, nudging and jostling him, but my attempts to wake him are pointless.
Rune’s spells are too powerful.
“No…” I whimper. “Wake up.Por favor. Please, please, please!” I beg, pressing my body as tight against his as I can, hoping the feel of my skin and my scent in his nose will yank him from his enchanted sleep.
But of course, they don’t. He won’t wake until morning. And only the Goddess knows when we will see each other again.
We will, though. We have to. It’s inevitable. But knowing that doesn’t make leaving him any easier.
I kiss his face. I kiss his eyelids covering the gray storm clouds beneath. I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and his mouth that utters such dirty commands to me.
Tears fall from my eyes into his messy light-brown hair as I lean over him and place one final kiss to the top of his head.
“Te amo, Sebastián.” I confess my love to his sleeping form, the words more a sob than anything else. “Siempre te amaré.”
I will always love him.
With shaking limbs, I gather my clothes from the tent floor, my body and soul fighting me, and howls of resistance ricocheting off the walls of my mind the entire time. I dress as quickly as I can under the circumstances, pulling Sebastian’s shirt on instead of mine.
I force myself to my feet. I plant one foot in front of the other.
Then I leave the love of my life behind me as I exit the tent.
Rune, flanked by Landon and Steele, waits for me at the edge of the small clearing. The illusion of our campsite has faded. It’s just the four of us, staring each other down from where we stand. Landon holds the recalibrated transport stone, and Rune holds both his and Steele’s hands, waiting for me to cross to them.
My heart strains with each step I take. It rips in half until it hangs by a single thread—the one that connects me to Sebastian.
None of us says a word until I’m close enough to them for the stone to bring me along to our next destination.
“Your tent?” Steele flicks his hazel eyes towards it.
“It’s fine.”
“We’re not supposed to leave any traces,” he reminds me.
I grit my teeth and glare at him. “I said it’s fine!” My voice is sharp, like the edge of a knife, and it nicks the tree trunks.
Steele flinches and ducks his head, his copper curls falling in his eyes as he nods. Rune squeezes his hand reassuringly, returning my glare.
