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“Whatever you need, I am here,” he swore.
Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I nodded. I was just so fucking happy to be with my mate again. We’d find a way forward, together, that soothed our traumas.
Bending his head to me, he skimmed his nose along my neck until he reached the sensitive underside of my ear. “Marry me. Tomorrow.”
I threaded my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and scratched his scalp. “Not now. Not when I can barely stand on my own. When I marry you, I want it to be the biggest celebration the Iron Realm has ever seen. I want everyone in attendance to see how strong I am. How powerful we are together.”
And not when I was still so lost in the dark, with vengeance in my veins. Not when my thoughts were consumed with images of my twin blades flaying my enemies.
He shot back, his eyes flaming with black fire, and I smiled sweetly up at him. My heart raced when he braced himself withone hand and brought the other to rest on my neck, his thumb running over my bottom lip. “Maybe I should drag you before the High Priestess today and we can celebrate later.”
“Is that a challenge?” I taunted, my low belly heating as his head dipped closer to mine.
“There’s my sprite,” he growled, capturing my mouth and forcing his tongue past the seam of my lips. It explored carefully for a few moments, tasting me, teasing me as it twined with mine. But when I arched my back into him, scratching the nape of his neck, he lost all semblance of control. His movements became wild, frantic, as he touched me everywhere but my heating center and my hardening nipples.
The way his tongue moved against mine, like this was our last kiss and he wanted it to last lifetimes, had me melting even further into him, desperate for what we’d both been missing for the past six months.
When he broke away from me, chest heaving and cock dripping onto my stomach, it felt as if my heart had been stabbed again. “Don’t stop,” I begged, tears springing to my eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, feeling the same pain as me.
“When have you ever treated me as fragile? Don’t start now.”
The growl that rumbled in his chest vibrated against my own, stirring a longing deep inside me. “You are not fragile – never have been. You are a fucking diamond, forged in the depths of hell and pulled from the earth ready to shine. But I don’t mistake that shine for weakness. That shine is a distraction from what really lies beneath your pretty exterior – a will of fucking iron and a dark side that wants to be let out to play. And, oh, sprite, how we’ll play.”
At his words, tears pricked my eyes, spilling over the sides and tracing a path to the rumpled sheets beneath me. “I am an insidious bloom,” I murmured, repeating my version of thewords Kazimir had said to me. He’d called me deadly, but I was insidious, and I’d proven that with the way Ruslan and I had worked his alliance right out from under him. The war we’d wage against him would be no different. I’d trap him in my orbit, slowly but surely tugging him down the path I wanted, and at the end, it would be my sword that sliced through him, ending his pathetic life.
“That’s right. Now show me those thorns, sprite. I want to feel your pain,” he ground out as he ground into me.
My nails scratched a bloody trail into his back, the metallic scent filling the air around us as he threw his head back and moaned. “Spread those pretty legs for me.”
I obliged, my core already dripping as my body called out to his. Aligning himself with my entrance, he pushed in slowly, hissing through his teeth. “You’re so tight. Gonna have to stretch you back out.”
I gasped as he sank deeper, feeling so deliciously full. I never wanted to be without him again. When he seated himself fully, white and black sparks danced around us, our magic flaring to life at our deep connection.
“Oh!” I gasped, looking around us as the embers danced and played in the half-darkness. Ruslan stilled his movements to admire them with me, grinning wildly as his black sparks chased my white ones.
It was still white on the outside.
“Even our magic missed each other,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. He circled his hips, earning a groan of pleasure from me.
“I didn’t know our magic could do that,” I breathed around his lips.
“Mate magic has a will of its own,” he said, grinding in so deep more stars sparked to life overhead. My eyes rolled back as the sensation overwhelmed me, and I gasped for breathonce he started moving faster. My walls tightened around him, already so close to coming with his thickness sliding through me. Wetness coated my thighs as my body melted for him, and my nails dug deeper into his back, grasping for purchase as he pounded into me.
The sounds that slipped from my lips were filled with pleasure. “Ruslan, I need more.”
“More what?” he asked, pausing so his smoky gray eyes swirled above me, pupils dark with lust.
A noise of protest caught in my throat at his stillness. “More pain. More pleasure.”
Without hesitation, he plucked a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it harshly and causing me to cry out. “Yes!”
He repeated the motion, resuming grinding his hips against mine, and I pushed back into him, wanting him deeper. “Play with yourself, sprite. I want to feel your pussy clenching around me as you scream my name.”
Obliging him, I dipped a hand between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling my fingers over it. My hips bucked at the added sensation, and Ruslan grounded me with another tweak of my nipple. A tingle spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, those sparks flying around us increasing their fervor.
“That’s it, come for me,” Ruslan groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release.
