Light flared, golden and warm, wrapping around them in a rush of power. The rune burned into his skin like a brand, not of ownership—but of soul-deep union.
Dominic’s eyes widened as his body jolted with the surge.
“Lillith—what the fuck—” His voice cracked as the pulse of her magic merged with his, sliding down his spine, into his bones, lacing into his cock inside her.
“It’s a soul-bind,” she whispered, hips lifting to take him deeper. “Not a curse. Not a leash. Just a promise. A fuckingbond, Dominic. One we choose. A way of me saying I’m yours now and always because I want to be.”
His jaw clenched, body trembling. “I can feel you. Gods, I canfeeleverything now.”
She tightened around him, dragging him into her with every pull of her muscles, every roll of her hips. The soul-bind flared again—an echo of their pleasure amplifying through the magic. Every stroke of his cock inside her lit a matching fire in her chest.
Their hearts beat as one.
“I want to come with you,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Inside you. Through you. As you.”
His rhythm broke, hips stuttering.
“You’re gonna make me lose it,” he groaned. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” she cried, fingers gripping his shoulders. “I’m so fucking close—don’t stop, please?—”
He drove into her harder, deeper, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
“Come with me, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her orgasm hit like a spell detonated. Stars burst behind her eyes, and her whole body shattered beneath the weight of it. Her pussy clamped down on him, milking every inch, and that was all he needed.
Dominic roared as he came, cock pulsing deep inside her. His release flooded her, warm and thick, and the magical bondblazed, searing the sensation into both their cores. Power rushed between them, cyclical and alive, threading their life forces tighter than fate ever had.
They collapsed together, breathless, bodies slick with sweat and stardust.
She cradled his face in her hands as he lay half on top of her, still buried inside.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And now? There’s no tether but this. Us. What we chose.”
He kissed her, softer now. Hushed. Holy. “Then I’m yours forever. And next time, it’s my turn to mark you.”
Finally, when sleep took them, it was under the pulse of joined magic, two souls no longer just entwined, but fused.
33
LILLITH
The air inside the cottage was thick with peace.
It wrapped around the stone walls and drifted lazily through the open windows, where warm morning light filtered through gauzy curtains. Somewhere in the trees, birds had the audacity to sing like nothing monumental had happened the night before. Like the world hadn’t almost become chaos and healed itself at their fingertips.
Lillith stirred beneath the enchanted blanket Dominic had grumbled about the first night but now seemed to claim more stubbornly than his morning coffee. The threads shimmered faintly in the light, stitched with protection runes and laced with old magic that hummed like lullabies.
Beside her, Dominic sprawled across most of the bed. An arm tossed over her waist, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His hair was tousled, lips parted just slightly in sleep, the sharp lines of his face softer in the morning glow.
She couldn’t stop looking at him.
Gods, he was hers.
No more bonds, no more curses. Just… this.
Love.
