There had always been passion between us. Something burning hot and fierce enough to shatter all that we were, but as Cypherion touched me now, as his hands worked my dress down to my waist and he cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple in a way that made me gasp, we were a blazing inferno. One that could drive me to climax with nothing more than the heat of his hands against my skin and the press of his body as he bore down on me.
“Fates,” I gasped as he moved his lips down my neck.
Cypherion groaned, spinning me back toward the window and undoing the rest of the buttons down my back. My dress pooled around my feet, and he guided my attention toward the glass.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again, but this time, his other hand traced my jaw. The column of my throat. My collarbone. And he kept my attention on us as that hand traveled lower. As he circled my breasts, lavishing each, then kept going.
“Cypherion,” I begged, squirming back against him. His cock was hard against my back, and the need to feel him coursed through me, clawing at my control. This new bond between usneededto be satisfied by it.
“Look at us, Vale,” he said as he dipped his fingers beneath the waist of my undergarments and teased me. “Look at how good we look together.” Lips against my shoulder, he added softly, “Forever.”
“Forever—” My words cut off in a gasp as two fingers slipped inside me.
I ground against his hand, one arm flying to his neck to tug his lips to mine.
But Cypherion kept my jaw steady, facing ahead. “I want you to watch,” he commanded. “See why I love this so much.”
I knotted my fingers in his hair but did as he said. My eyes were glued to the movements of his hand, intensifying the way every little shift felt within me. Glued to the way his body curved around mine, eclipsing and protecting. To the way his stare drank me in, utterly captivated.
At every stroke, the Fatesworn bond burned brighter, as if it liked the slow teasing, too. Cypherion plastered kisses to my neck, my shoulder, the tattoo—and the combination of his mouth, the way his fingers toyed with me, and the sight ofusin that reflection had me crashing into oblivion.
And I swore, through my ecstasy-driven gaze, pure starfire flamed in the air around us.
My climax roared through me with an utter euphoria unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It pounded to the beat of Cypherion’s heart. The bond sang, a flash of the brightest white and silver completely igniting along the string of tethered souls. Forging into something stronger than iron as it sealed.
Angels, she’s fucking beautiful.
I gasped as those words echoed in my mind.His wordsthrough the threads of our bond. And my magic rioted at it, starfire bursting through me.
As soon as I came down, I turned and jumped on Cypherion, latching my arms and legs around him. He caught me, hands gripping tightly to my ass, and pulled me close.
“Spirits, Stargirl,” he panted. “I don’t want the first time I fuck you with this bond to be on someone else’s desk.”
“I don’t care,” I said as I kissed his neck and unfastened the remaining buttons of his shirt.
When he didn’t respond, I ground my hips against him, my center barely brushing the head of his cock, stiff beneath his pants. Cypherion groaned at the slight contact, and the ledge he was close to jumping off of was evident in our burning bond, insistent magic coursing through us both. As I rolled my hipsagain and shoved his shirt back to lick along his collarbone, nipping gently, I pushed the flood of my Starsearcher magic down the bond so he could feel how desperate it was.
Cypherion’s hands tightened on me, and with a hiss, he ground out, “Fuck it.”
Then, he was spinning, dropping me on the desk, and ripping off the rest of his clothes. The new silver tattoo, twin to mine, glinted around his shoulder.
Cypherion tugged my soaked undergarments down my legs and tossed them aside, grabbing my hips. In one thrust, I was gasping and begging him for more. My legs locked around his waist, his hands bruisingly tight. Angels, I loved when he was rough. When he knew I could handle every mark on my skin because they were his. When he left them there to remind me who created them, that no one else owned me.
I gripped him tighter to me as I rolled my hips in time to his.
“Kiss me,” he said, and I did, but what he should have said wasdevour mebecause that was what every thrust and stroke felt like.
Harder, I said in my head, aiming for that bond, and Cypherion stiffened for a moment. His eyes widened, and I bit my lip waiting for a response.
Then, as understanding settled, he unleashed himself. He pulled his hips back and snapped forward with merciless effort, hitting so deep inside me I thought we’d morph together as one. With our souls connected, I supposed we were.
How’s that, Stargirl?he asked hesitantly, testing the bond.
In response, I bit down on his bottom lip, sucking.Good.
Tell me what you want, rang through my mind, and I climbed closer to my climax at the sound of those words, the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced.
More, I begged mentally. “Everything,” I said aloud.
