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“Elijah, Sir?” I ask, not knowing exactly how I want to ask.

“Do you want to complete the bond?” he asks, hissing through his teeth. “Do you want to mark me?”

“Yes,” I groan as he grinds into me.

“Do it,” he demands.

That’s all I need. I sink my teeth into his shoulder. His harsh grunt fills the air. I suck deeply, greedily. Fuck, his taste. His smell. The magic that floats around us, covering us within a bubble. It binds us together forever.

My skin vibrates with energy just as I come.

“Shit, yes,” he roars.

His cock pulses, shooting his come deep inside me. Covering me with his scent.

It goes on and on as I drink from him, ensuring the bond is fulfilled.

He suddenly stands with me in his arms, my mouth locked on his neck, and his cock still inside me. Water rains off our bodies, but neither of us cares. My hands thread through his hair, holding him close.

He drops us to the bed, never losing contact, he crawls to the center of it.

I pull back slowly, licking the tender spot, and immediately I feel it.

I feel him inside me. Not the cock that still is rock hard. But him. His essence. So many feelings shoot through me, sliding into every nerve, every corner. It flows into my legs, my arms, even my fingertips.

“You feel it?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine.

“I do,” I gasp. I close my eyes, pushing my head deeper into the pillow, the sensations overwhelming. To be so connected to someone is a magical experience. If feels as if I have lived his life, stepped in his shoes, gained all the power he has. I will be able to feel him, find him, love him, forever.

“We will be with each other always. The bond is complete,” he growls with satisfaction. “You are mine. I am yours. I will protect you with everything I am. I will love you with everything I am.”

“You love me?” I ask as I open my glassy eyes.

“Of course.”

“I love you, too,” I confess.

“I know,” he smirks.

“Elijah,” I cry, my eyes narrowing.

He taps his heart and then mine. “I can feel you.”

“I can feel you, too,” I whisper.

He thrusts once. “I’m not done with you, mate.”

“Okay,” I smile.

“Are you ready for me to take over?”

“I am,” I reply happily. “How?” I ask curiously.

He pulls out and I almost protest but he raises an eyebrow. He sits back on his heels.

“Are you ready to be tied up?”

My heart thumps.