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“I’m scared I’ll take from you again.”
“Take anything you want, love.” One of his hands snaked around my hip until it pressed against my lower stomach. “Take from me until I have nothing left to give. I am devoted to you. Everything I have is yours to take.”
“Do you hear me, Verena?”
“I am drowning in my want for you, and there is no room inside me for fear. Take from me, touch me. Feed your body with what yearns for you. I would ruin every part of me to give to you.”
“I am yours, and you are mine. There is nothing beyond that. No fear between the two of us.”
“I have never feared you, Verena. And I never will.”
“You are mine.”
“And I will not let you go another second thinking you are a...
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“I want to feel you come against my mouth then again around my cock. I want to feel every part of you as I remind you of who you are, of who you belong to.”
“You’re incredible.” He groaned before pressing another kiss on my belly and rising to his feet. “I have longed for you since the day they stole you away from me. I have begged the gods to make me strong enough to get you back.”
“I have hungered for you for every moment that I searched for you, and now that you’re here, I will never have enough power to let you go again.”
“It was you,” I whispered. “You are the only thing that kept me alive, the thing I clung to desperately through our bond whether I was imagining it or not. I only had you, and it was the only thing I needed.”
“I will not be able to be gentle once I’m inside you,”
“I am weak for you, utterly wrecked, and I cannot be careful with you right now.”
“Then d...
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“You are mine,” he growled against my neck just as his hand came down in a gentle slap against my pussy. “This pussy is mine.”
“I am yours,” I gasped. “Always yours.”
“I love you,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips like a promise. “I don’t care about the prophecy. I don’t care about the kingdom.”
“You are all that matters.”
I wasn’t running. I was his.
She was mine, and no one, not the rebellion, not the king, not even fate, would take her from me.
“I need you to promise me something.”
“No matter what happens, you won’t hide any part of yourself from me, even if you fear it.”
“I won’t.”
“Swear that no matter what they say, no matter what anyone thinks, you won’t let it come between us.”
“I swear.”
“I trust you to not let me lose myself.”
“I want to marry you.”
“I want you, all of you, and I don’t want politics or war dictating what we are to each other. I want to choose this. Choose you.”
“I want you as my wife,”
“Not because it’s expected. Not because of the rebellion. But because I love you. Because we were bound before either of us even understood what it meant. We are bound by fate.”
“Do you know what you’re asking?”
“Yes.” “Dacre…” She bit her lip, her brows knitting together. “Marriage isn’t just a ceremony. It’s…”
“Sacred,” I finished for her. “And I am choosing you. Over everything.”
“Yes.”
“Say it again.” “Yes,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time. “I’ll marry you.”
“A true vow is not just words, my love. It is a tether, a bond as old as the land itself. To speak it with your soul is to be bound, not by laws or men, but by the gods themselves. That is the power of love, it does not bow to kings.”
“It is the only thing that is freely given, and when it is, Dacre, it is the most unbreakable thing in the world.”
“You are the heir to both Marmoris and Veyrith. This is more than just a vow.”
“This is a soul-binding, the kind that has not been done in generations.”
“We still want this,” I said firmly. Verena swallowed hard. “We do.”
“Then we must go. The temple is waiting.”
“The vows you speak here will not only bind your fates,” my grandmother continued. “They will bind your magic. Your souls. Once spoken, they cannot be undone.”
“True mates are rare,” my grandmother murmured,
“Many claim the bond, but few ever bear the mark.
“What does it mean?” she whispered. But even as the question passed her lips, I could feel it settle inside her, her love, her devotion, her desperation for me.
“It means there is no undoing this. Not force, not time, not war, not even death, will break what has been bound here tonight.”
“You are mine.” A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. I tilted her chin up, forcing her to see me, to see the truth in my eyes. “And you are mine.”
“You are the most powerful thing I’ve ever held.”
“I need to be inside you,” he growled. “I need to fuck you until there is no one left in this kingdom who will question who you belong to.”
