Page 65 of Fury of the Bound
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growled out, and his mouth was on mine—rough, demanding, and all-consuming. His lips crushed mine, teeth catching briefly, and a shiver rolled through me.
“I might have to add it to my next cupcake recipe,” he murmured against my lips. I couldn’t stop the laugh—or the shiver that ran straight through me.
He winked.
“You’re an idiot,” I grinned against his lips.
“But I’m yours.”
My whole body was alive from being this close. His strong, citrus scent filled my senses, and my heart was hammering so hard I could barely think.
My body arched under him as his hand slid down, fingers teasing over my skin, mapping me as if memorising every curve. A sharp pinch at my nipple made me gasp, my throat catching, but he didn’t stop. His touch traced over my stomach, lingering until he found the place where I was wet and ready for him.
I moaned, hips bucking instinctively, and when I dared look up, his blue eyes were locked on mine—blazing, hungry, full of need that had me forgetting how to breathe.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he adds a second finger, stretching me just enough to make my thighs part wider. There was no resistance, only the sound of our ragged breaths mixing with my soft whimpers.
“Well, maybe get inside me then,” I snapped lightly, because he was taking his damn time and I was about to combust. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he bucked forward with a choked laugh, hips twitching in my grip.
“Shit,” he groaned, forehead dropping against mine. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“At least you’ll die happy.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Still gotta make sure you’re ready, baby.”
“I am ready,” I hissed, biting his shoulder lightly as I felt his fingers move quicker. “Now be a good boy and fuck my brains out.”
His grin was wicked as hell. “Yes, ma’am.”
He pulled his fingers free, then brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hunger that made my pulse skyrocket. His eyes fluttered closed as his tongue swirled over them, and God… why did that make my body burn like this?
“Yep, definitely going to turn this into a cupcake recipe. Might even call it… Cherry surprise.”
I couldn't even roll my eyes—my hands were too busy, stroking him with teasing pleasure, loving the way he twitched under my touch, how the muscles in his abdomen flexed with each twist of my wrist.
He tugged my hand away as he moaned, taking himself in his own fist before kneeling between my legs. I felt him press against me, the heat of him teasing my entrance, and I stopped breathing. His eyes darkened as they roamed over me, and a low, husky curse slipped past his lips when he saw me completely spread for him.
God, I wanted to memorise him—every tattoo, every scar, every mark that made him who he was. I wanted to know the stories behind each one, but that could wait.
“I’m clean,” he rasped out as the head of his cock slid slowly along my entrance, teasing. “And… I can’t have kids.”
He paused, eyes flicking up to mine like he expected some sort of judgment. I know what men had to do to become part of the Veilguard.
“Well, lucky me,” I gave him a small smile. “You already know I haven’t been with anyone. Unless you count that one-time Malrik's tongue was so far inside me —”
“Cherry,” he whined, clearly pained but grinning, “you cannot bring up another man when my cock is about to be inside you.”
Oops.
I gripped the sheets, heart pounding. He licked his lips, eyes burning with want.
“Can I come inside you?” he asked, voice low, almost hoarse. “Please?”
The way he asked sent a thrill straight through me. I loved that he wasn’t afraid to beg—that a man who kills without thought would kneel for me, want me, and only me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, inch by inch, until he collapsed against me, his arms braced on either side of my head. A sharp sting coursed through me, causing him to pause.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, voice tight, his body trembling as he fought to stay in control.
