Mystically Bound (Frostbite 3)

His teeth grazed the side of my neck and I panted, crazed over the feel of him. I loved Kipp—loved him with intensity even I had a hard time understanding. To experience his touch, his passion, not from a distance, but in full force made me rub myself against him in an urgent demand for him to take me in the most primal form.

Flesh to flesh.

Man possessing woman.

I craved for him to show me he owned me, inside and out. I yearned to have him branded on my body in a way I’d hurt and remember tomorrow. He must’ve read my desire since he pressed me more firmly against the wall, pinning me with the weight of his body. I’d never felt so safe, so loved.

He hooked one of my legs on his arm and lifted his head from my neck. His erection settled against my entrance. “This is going to be quick and hard.”

I wiggled my hips, allowing the tip of him to pass through my needy flesh. “I don’t care. I need you, Kipp.”

With a dark, delicious smile he pushed forward, his erection slid into my body in a way I had craved for so long. Kipp filled me entirely full. His passion consumed me and set me aflame. His free hand gripped my nape, caging me while he drove himself inside me. His gaze bored into mine with more than the need to control. This was a need to claim.

I was more than a woman. I was his woman.

His thrusts were harsh, slamming against me with punishing speed and force. The hardness of his erection raised pleasure beyond anything I thought I could manage. Each shift of his hips brought me higher. The way his teeth nibbled his bottom lip, which he always did while lost in pleasure, held my focus and made me wild.

When I lifted my gaze to his face, his eyes burned with a truth that nothing could undo his hold on my body. I belonged only to him. He belonged only to me. Not even the most unimaginable obstacles could break us.

Love in its most simple form.

Now Kipp marked me, devoured me body and soul. I relished in the promise in his gaze that everything would be all right. Here, in his arms, nothing could stop us.

This was my home.

As his thrusts continued, my center went into convulsions, and his eyes widened. His breath deepened to a harsh masculine urgency of need. His erection hardened, pushing me even higher in the peak of my climax. I wanted to shut my eyes and tumble into my orgasm, but I’d never look away from him.

My inner muscles constricted. My pants and moans now turned into silence. And as pleasure took me to a place of euphoria, Kipp rocked harder against me. His fingers on my nape gripping me excruciatingly tight, the tangle of his other hand in my hair tugging on my scalp, but I welcomed the roughness. Accepted any forceful move from him because it meant he was there.

Touching me. Taking me. Loving me.

Screaming against his fierce thrusts, I had no doubt I’d be sore tomorrow, but I’d only ache for more. He grunted as he buried himself inside me, quivering with the force of his impending release. Then he was bucking and jerking, moaning low and deep. With his climax, my own soared along, squeezing at him until all that remained in its wake was two trembling bodies.

I remained locked in his stare, breathless, and emotionally bare. All of what touching him had been, the beauty of being loved by Kipp, and the claim he made over me, caused me to break. I inhaled breathlessly, yet it sounded more ragged and out of control than I’d ever heard come from my mouth. I inhaled again to control myself but on my exhale my breath cracked on a loud sob.

“Shh…” Kipp murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck. “I’ve got you.”

He released my legs, wrapped his arms around me, and pushed us more firmly into the wall. He squished me, but I needed the closeness. I didn’t need him to talk, explain, or anything else.

I only needed him.

Kipp must have realized because he didn’t back away for a very long moment. Not until my sobbing became sniffles did he move slightly back. His embrace remained tight, as if he knew his touch saved me now and without it, I would crumble.

He smiled a sad grin. “Intense, huh?”

“I…” How could I possibly put into words what this meant for me? Perhaps even how torn up I was now. As real as this was…it actually wasn’t. I thought I needed to have him more than I needed to breathe, but it only reminded me how far we still had to travel. There didn’t seem a way to explain it probably, so I settled on, “I never want you to let go.”

He hesitated. “I don’t want to.”

With that, I realized he read my mind because he was there, too. He said, “I don’t want to”, instead of, “I never will”. As much as he wanted to promise me forever and never let me go, deep down he couldn’t and he wouldn’t lie to me.

This was a sweet taste of what could be in our future, but it was just so far from being our reality. Until we had answers and found a solution to this mess, we still lived within boundaries that no love should be able to survive. But ours did, and we had taken what we needed, even if the truth hung like a heavy cloud over us.

As wonderful as it’d been, Gretchen’s advice to me couldn’t be forgotten. I couldn’t stay here. I didn’t belong. And that brought an ugly truth that his claim, while real here in the Netherworld, was still a distant hope we both longed for. Almost like we’d both been cheated out of what we desperately sought. That claim to mean more than a promise neither of us could fulfill…right now.

The saddest part, I was so desperate, I’d take him any way I could. This was the very root of the pain in my soul. No matter how much I’d fought, it didn’t bring me any closer to getting Kipp whole. It only brought me the reminder of how far away I was.

After another long moment while he allowed me to gather myself, he finally backed away, allowing me to see around me. “Huh?”