Page 169 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
“Svenn…” I moan his name on my lips like a prayer. The dark god in front of me answers in kind.He hits a spot so deep it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Sparks burst at the corner of my vision and I almost pass out. But I force my eyes to look at him. He likes it when I hold his gaze as he brutally thrusts into me. I want him to let go, to lose control.
“Don’t hold back,” I say in a breathy whimper, keeping my eyes on him.
And so he doesn’t. Even when I’m clawing at his back, even when I’m pulling his hair. His movements become more unhinged, primal. I love watching him take his pleasure from me.
“Oh fuck, Nel…” He growls to my neck and I feel it reverberating through me as he thrusts into me again and again. I’m coming apart with every rough stroke.
“Hey…”
A voice breaks through the cloud of lust in mind.
No, it’s not coming from Svenn. It’s the bond. I don’t realize he is still there, watching us in the dark. I see hope flaring in the bond’s eyes as he looks at my husband.
“For the mating bond to be cemented, I need to be one with you,” the bond says to Svenn. “Let me in.”
Svenn ignores him. His eyes are wholly focused on me, focus on wringing every last ounce of pleasure from me. My lips part from another cry of his name when he slams deep into me.
“What do you think, Nel?” he asks, his fangs gleaming in the shadows. “Are you a werewolf’s girl or vampire’s girl?”
“I think I am Svenn’s girl…” my pleasure addled mind answers dreamily.
Laughter rumbles from his chest. “Good girl.”
A sudden warmth seeps in me as he drives in deep and I feel him shuddering against me. The tension in my body snaps as we both fall apart together. Svenn nips the tip of my ear and whispers, “Let’s get out of here.”
My gaze lands on the bond right before we leave. He is perched on the bed with a dejected look on his face, staring blankly at the floor. Something in my gut twists at the sorrow on his face. Svenn hasn’t accepted this part of his soul.
I reach my hand to the bond… but there’s nothing I can do when Svenn brings us back to the real world.
I open my eyes and return to my hypersensitive body. Svenn is hovering over me, his eyes swirling with darkness as he looks at me.
“You have your confirmation, Svenn,” I whisper softly.
He brushes his knuckles on my cheek. “I do.”
My chest tightens with that soft gesture. I love it when he handles me gently. But I like it better when he’s rough.
“I’m not glass, Svenn. I won’t shatter.” There I go again, making promises I know I won’t keep.
His features turn taut and strained. I don’t wait for his command to spread my legs. There is nothing gentle in his movement when he drives inside of me. My mouth falls open but he swallows that scream with a kiss.
“You’re so tight,” he curses under his breath. Svenn locks his gaze with mine, as if reminding himself I’m real and he needs to be careful.
He slips in an inch, then another one, until he is all the way in. I inhale sharply at the slight pain laced with pleasure. The twinge of discomfort from the stretch turns into heady pleasure when he starts moving.He keeps thrusting into me in slow, languid strokes. This sensual rhythm was how Svenn made love to me on our wedding night. Every time he sinks in his weight, his body presses against the bundle of nerves, making me cry out in utter bliss.
“Svenn!” I cry out.
I lose track of the number of times I scream his name. Stars sparkle behind my closed eyelids as the orgasm courses into me in pulsating waves. I break and I shatter. I break and I shatter. Over and over again.
He smiles at the sight of me unraveling before him. “Better keep your voice down, Nel. It’s echoing inside the tent.”
I don’t care if the entire camp hears us. I forget the war, I forget the Wild Hunt, I forget my name.
Nothing matters.
All that matters is the man in front of me.
