Her mouth falls open, and the look on her face makes my heart thump like the pounding of a drum.
How am I ever supposed to go back to a life without her in it?
I would lose a lot if I fell, but I would gain her. I’m starting to think that’s more than a fair trade.
Hazel’s hands move to my chest, and she tilts forward as she rides me. It makes her long dark hair fall around my face, and that only causes her scent to burst in the air even more potently.
My head grows hazy.
Every sensation is intense, and I don’t know what to do or what to focus on. Her breasts jiggle, and she moves her hips in a circular motion that really fucking does it for me.
“Before all of this is said and done, you’re going to destroy me.” My head shakes. Gods, I suck at this. “Come on, sweet girl. Use me. Take what you need.”
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hip, and I bring the other hand to cradle her cheek. Stretching up, I capture her mouth.
My crown bumps the bottom of her pussy, and Hazel moves to deep grinding movements that have my pleasure teetering dangerously close to the edge.
Every time I’m inside her, it becomes difficult to tell where I end and she begins. It’s an otherworldly connection that I didn’t realize existed. I’ve never heard anyone describe sex like this, but when I’m with Hazel, it feels like two halves of one whole coming together. Almost like I’ve heardfated matesdescribed.
It’s a startling revelation, but not because I’m afraid of what it means. More so, I find it difficult to comprehend why it took me so long to come to this conclusion.
Hazel whimpers against my lips, and I lose my composure. Planting my heels on the bed, I buck up into her, slamming my tip against her cervix with every punishing stroke.
“How does that feel? Want more?” My fingers weave into her hair, and I take over, guiding our kiss. Her inner walls ripple, and she gets much slicker to the point a wet sound fills the air as I rut up into her. “You’re getting close. Aren’t you?” I nip at her lower lip. She clamps down on my shaft, and that’s all the answer I think I’m going to get. “That’s it, sweet girl. Make a mess of me while you come all over my cock.”
My balls tighten, and euphoria builds under my skin. Her sweet scent is everywhere, egging me on as I buck into her G-spot.
Hazel sobs, digging her nails into my jaw as she frantically kisses me back.
Pleasure rips through my system, and I’m not sure I even make the conscious choice to claim her.
It’s more like my soul demands it. Angels usually prefer a back-of-the-neck bite, but my canines puncture Hazel’s lower lip.
I’m so out of it that I simply suck down her blood that spills around my teeth while I come deep in her pussy.
It takes feeling Hazel’s shock to comprehend that she accepted my claiming bite. Well, I certainly didn’t plan to bond her without having a discussion in which she consented to alifelongbond, but I got lucky.
She accepted me, anyway.
I lick over the bite as I retract my canines, but Hazel pulls back with a jolt.
“Holy shit. You bit me,” she whispers with wide eyes.
“I did,” I agree. “And you accepted. We’re bonded.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hazel
Ithink I’m going to Hell. Okay, even if I went to Hell, I would fit right in, but I can’t comprehend that I just accepted Zephyr’s claiming bite without coming clean about what I am.
The bond is a one-time, per-person kinda deal. If I had denied him, we never would have been able to forge that connection. It didn’t even really feel like I had a choice. My soul was practically giddy at the prospect, and the next thing I knew, the bond was snapping into place.
“Are you experiencing regrets?” Zephyr asks, teasing his thumb over my cheek.
I shake my head. “No. Are you?”
“Absolutely not, but we do have a lot we need to discuss.” He smiles tightly, but I think I’m more miserable than he is.
