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“My mate.” His eyes held mine as he licked my upper lip. “My wife.” He dragged his fingers free to rub my clit. “My fucking queen.”
“Nothing, not even death, will keep me from being the only one who can see to your greedy needs.”
“That I’m so wretchedly in love with you, it’s both saved and damned me.”
Perhaps it wasn’t right. Perhaps none of what he’d done was right at all. That didn’t matter. Not to him, and it no longer mattered to me. It was his way. So much of what he’d done was his way of caring far more than he’d ever intended to care about anything again.
Then show me, he’d said. His earlier words about being ready now made sense. A consummation of the mating bond.
He watched me come undone. “My sweet butterfly.” Stars danced upon the rock ceiling of the cave. He kissed me, then licked my upper lip. “My queen.” I grasped the back of his head when he dropped his mouth. “And now…” Pain mingled with pleasure as he once again feasted on my neck, emptying inside me with a gravel-coated groan. “Forever my mate.”
No matter how far she ran nor how long she clung to her fears, she was now unchangeably and irrefutably mine.
“Soil below, stars above, Mythayla witness this pledge of love.” I shivered, and he splayed his hand over my bare back. “Through rising seas and setting suns, this bond will endure, two souls linked as one.”
