Page 31 of Before the Bond Breaks
The air between us thickened as the fear gave way to anger, and under that, the raw want to not feel helpless ever again. I clung to his wrist, letting him absorb the worst of the trembling.
Then Talon shifted tactics. He flattened me back against the mattress, pinning both my hands above my head. His mouth crashed onto mine, destroying any chance of panic taking root.
The kiss didn’t ask permission. It devoured. He stole every breath, forcing sensation in the place where anxiety lived. His body pressed over mine, hard and alive, the heat of him searing away the chill from my nightmare.
I tried to fight him, to hold my ground, but he didn’t let up. He swallowed my protests, grinding his hips into mine until I gasped against his mouth. My pulse tripped into a new rhythm, frantic for a different reason.
He drew his lips down my neck, biting at the base, then licking the sting away. My head fell back, exposing the column of my throat, and he pressed his mouth there, teeth scraping, tongue following the throb of my racing pulse.
His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them to the pillow. The tightness of his hold sent spikes of need through me.
He lifted his head and held my gaze. “Let me take it away. Let me make you forget.”
I wanted to tell him I didn’t need that—not really. But the truth was, I wanted more. I wanted the brutal, mindless edge of pleasure to wipe out every shard of fear.
I nodded once, sharply.
Talon let go of my wrists only to strip the shirt from my body. He kissed his way down my sternum, pausing to bite at both nipples, drawing a whimper from deep in my chest. His hands flattened over my ribs, holding me in place as he claimed every inch of naked skin.
He worshipped with his mouth, working lower, savoring the slow descent. When he reached my stomach, he nipped at the flesh above my navel, then bit harder at my hip bone, marking the skin there.
I parted my legs for him, and he dropped between my thighs, spreading them wider with his hands. His mouth hovered over my entrance, breath hot against slick flesh. He met my eyes once—a warning, a promise—before he dragged his tongue over my sex.
The jolt ripped through me. I moaned, back arching off the bed. Talon didn’t slow. He licked and sucked, tongue relentless, fingers digging into my hips to hold me still.
He knew how to use his mouth. Each flick and press forced the pleasure higher, washing away everything else. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him tighter, begging without words for him not to stop.
He flattened his tongue and drew slow, rough circles, then sucked my clit until I shattered. The orgasm hit hard, body convulsing against his face. He kept going, never easing up. He drew out every last spasm, his growl vibrating against my most sensitive skin.
I lost track of time. There was only sensation, only shockwave after shockwave as he wrung me inside out.
When he finally came up for air and locked eyes with me, I saw his wolf in his amber depths.
He slid up my body, biting the soft skin between my breasts. The marks he left would stay for days—a reminder of this, of him.
He lined himself up, the thick, hot length brushing my entrance. He waited, one hand cradling my face, thumb stroking my cheek with surprising gentleness.
“You’re with me,” he said. “Right here. Now.”
I locked my legs around his waist, dragging him in. He entered me in one slow, brutal thrust, filling me. I groaned. The stretch was perfect, pain edged with pleasure.
He set a rhythm, hard and deep, grinding our bodies together. Each stroke punched the air from my lungs, every thrust driving me further from the echo of the nightmare.
He held my face, making me watch his eyes. The gold burned there, fierce.
He fucked me like he meant to erase every other memory I’d ever had. I loved everything about it. Everything about him.
His hand snaked between us, thumb circling over my clit, working me higher. The second orgasm crashed over me, harder than the first. I screamed his name.
He didn’t slow, pounding his hips into me, taking all of me and giving nothing back to the dark. The world narrowed to sweaty skin and desperate breath.
I clawed at his back, drawing a half-groan, half-growl out of him. He buried his face in the curve of my neck. When the climax caught him, he slammed into me and held, cock twitching inside as he spilled everything he had. I clenched around him, milking every drop.
We stayed tangled, bodies slick with sweat, hearts beating wild in tandem. For a long time, nothing else existed. No blood rituals. No echoing voices in the dark. Just the weight of him, the pulse of heat in my core, the slow return of breath to my lungs.
Talon stroked my hair, pressing soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck. His hands never left my skin. He stayed inside me, warm and thick, until the aftershocks faded.
When he finally loosened his grip, he rolled us to our sides, keeping me pulled tight against his chest. He tucked my head under his chin, thumb brushing the line of my jaw.
