Page 78 of Secrets of Avalon

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Page 78 of Secrets of Avalon

“Maybe it’s better we don’t. You said the bond is sealed with a bite. We could avoid my curse?—”

The idea of not having her completely makes the feral beast inside me come roaring forward, but I hold it back with sheer force of will. I promised. “Melinda. I?—”

“Hawke, I don’t want to lose you.”

I shake my head, and my fangs drop all the way, even though I’m pushing hard to stay in control.

She bares her neck. “Take what you need. Take back your soul.”

It’s tempting. I could bond her with just a bite, but what she doesn’t understand is that the following madness would consume us both if we didn’t physically mate also. “It’s not a one or the other choice, Melinda. I don’t want just part of you. I need all of you. But you have to say that’s what you want.”

She nods. “I do. I want that. I need you, too.”

Her body clenches around the tip of my cock and I give her hungry cunt more of what it wants, driving the rest of the way inside her and breaking through her virgin barrier. She’s warm velvet and she clutches at me in desperation.

Pain twists her face and her mouth opens, but she doesn’t cry out.

“Mine.” I repeat. “Mine.” I growl this time. This woman belongs to me. My mate. My soul. She will have my children. I will love her for all the centuries I have left.

“Yours.” She stretches, baring her neck for me.

I nuzzled the soft skin and drag my fangs across the soft part where her neck meets her shoulder. I breathe in her sweet citrus scent, and I never want to leave this bed. I never want my cock to be outside her sweet cunt again.

Moving my hips, I test her body’s resistance. She moans, but it’s not from pain anymore. This time the moan tells me to keep going. And I pull almost all the way out and then drive deep into her. Then again.

Her body shudders against mine and I feel the eclipse of pleasure explode inside her. Her walls clench down on me like a vice and pulse, urging me to reach for that bright place of release with her. But I want more for her on this first time. I steel myself and slowly drag myself from her warmth and thrust in again, finding a slow and tortuous pace that will drive her toward release again.

I will make her mine, completely. When she’s so high on pleasure, the pain of my bite will only add to it.

Her hips buck into mine and her fingers grapple with my shoulders like she’s trying to simultaneously push me away and pull me closer on every other breath. “Hawke. I?—”

“Does it feel good? Do you like being filled with my hard cock, Melinda?”

“Yes, so much. Please.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I just need more.”

I pull away from her, instantly missing the warm sheath of her body. But I know what will drive her even higher. I know what will get her to the place I need her before I give her my mark and bond our souls. The pretty whine that tears from her throat makes me smile.

“On your hands and knees, my sweet girl. Turn around.”

She scrambles on the bed in front of me and gets on her knees. I guide her until she backs up and is straddling my legs with her back to my chest. Then lift her small body up and sit her down on my cock, filling her completely in one stroke.

“Oh, fuck!” Her back arcs and I lock her against me, one arm around her chest and shoulders and the other lower, around her belly so that my hand can play with her clit. “That’s it, sweet girl. You feel so good. So perfect. Mine.”

Her core clenches, eating up the words of praise.

“You like how full you are? You like how perfectly we fit together?”

“Yes. More. Please, Hawke.”

“More?” I nuzzle her neck and chuckle teasingly into her ear. “Like this?” I tighten my grip on her body and rock my hips, driving myself up into her, harder this time.

She whimpers and writhes in my grasp. “Please. Yes.”

I rock again, driving harder, faster, until we’re both slicked with sweat and panting. She’s absolute perfection. Her head drops to the side, baring her beautiful creamy flesh to my mouth. An offering just for me. An offering I want with every breath. The primal beast within me roars to life, urging me to take what is so freely offered. Mine, it snarls. My mate. My everything.




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