Page 76 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
“Just Svenn? The real Svenn. Svenn?” I try hopelessly.
His pounding becomes raw and uninhibited with every wrong answer. I can’t string a single thought together. My backinvoluntarily arches to take more of him, fingers digging into his back—oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, I know what he is now.
Heavens above… it’s not who.
Do you understand now?His gaze is intent on my face, and I see the decadent desire in his eyes.
“Mating—”
I don’t have enough air to complete my answer.
“You’re—“
“—the bond.”
“Svenn is my mate!”
There is triumph in his gaze as he grunts, “Good girl.”
Then he pounds into me with reckless abandon. His thrusts are wild and rough, almost primal. It’s like he wants to imprint himself on the very fabric of my soul.His warm lips collide with mine and he takes possession of my mouth, kissing me tenderly. It’s completely at odds with the savage rhythm of his thrusts.
Svenn’s movements become less controlled now. He drives deep into me one last time, muttering a savage curse, so dark and ancient not even Kheirall’s necklace can translate.
The feel of his body shuddering against mine throws me into another spiral of pleasure. I shatter over the force of that release, breaking into a million pieces of tiny shards.
Our foreheads are pressed together as we both try to catch our breath. “You did so well. Such a good girl.”
He kisses my cheekbones, my lips, before slowly withdrawing himself from me. The bed groans when he collapses next to me, panting and sated.
My body feels fragile, like it can splinter from the sheer bliss alone. I stare at the ceiling breathless, my hands falling limp at my side as I slowly come down from my high.
Gods above… I’ve never felt anything like this.Made love to until I’m completely boneless, unable to move a single muscle.
Once the sting of pleasure abates, I raise my head with great difficulty to look at the man beside me, but he is gone. I find him sitting at the edge of the bed with his back turned against me.
This man is Svenn’s bond.
“He tried to cleave me from him,” he mutters, breaking the silence. “Then he sealed me in a dark corner inside of him.”
I look at the anger and vengeance on his face.
Dream Nel is a part of me and I love her. I can’t ever imagine cutting her—the bond from me. It would be like shearing my own skin.
I’ve patched up Svenn’s soul back at the castle, but I never thought that his bond is still hurting.
I move closer to touch his back. He stirs at the touch. I hover my hands over his shoulder blades, passing on Anastarros’ blessings to heal him.
The bond swivels and glances down at me, a hint of surprise on his face.
“Svenn said he had to do it. You—you were going to put me in chains and claim me.” I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him.
The bond raises his hand to touch my hair. He strokes the strands gently, but his eyes are full of madness. “Of course I would. You’re mine.”
It’s scary how he shifts from being sweet to being a psychopathic demon of hell in mere seconds. I quickly look away from the absolute possessiveness of that gaze, but I continue healing him silently.
The wound on his soul has been left without proper care that it started scarring. I feel terrible for the bond.
He leans back, scrutinizing me in the dimness. Tenderness filters in the hard lines of his face when he suddenly says, “I can see why he’s soft on you.”
