Page 26 of Bewitched by the Fruit Bat King (The Bewitching Hour #3)
The Claiming
Willow
A s Kane's lips trailed a searing path down the column of my throat, I could feel the faint tremor in his hands, a testament to the desire that coursed through his veins.
The alcohol we'd imbibed earlier infused our blood with a warm buzz, lowering inhibitions and heightening senses.
It was a heady combination, the potent mix of magic and wine making every touch, every kiss, feel like a brand against my skin.
My bed cocooned my body as he practically worshiped it.
His mouth found the hollow at the base of my neck, and he lingered there, teeth grazing, tongue soothing. I arched into him, a silent plea for more. Kane responded with a low, rumbling growl that vibrated against my flesh, sending shivers cascading down my spine.
With deliberate slowness, he traced the contours of my body, his fingers skimming over the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips.
He explored me as if I were a landscape he intended to memorize, each valley and peak earning his undivided attention.
His touch was a whisper against my skin, a promise of the passion that was to come.
I mirrored his exploration, my hands mapping the topography of his chest, delighting in the way his muscles quivered beneath my fingertips.
I traced the rigid lines of scars that told tales of battles fought and won, a history written in his flesh.
My touch ventured lower, tracing the tantalizing 'V' that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.
Kane's breath hitched as I popped the button open, the sound echoing in the charged silence of the room. The zipper followed, and I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around the hard length of him. He was velvet over steel, and he twitched in my grip, a silent entreaty for more.
With a fluid motion, Kane captured my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head.
The act of submission was a potent aphrodisiac, and I felt a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs.
His eyes, dark with lust, held mine as he ground his hips against me, the friction of his erection against my clit eliciting a moan from deep within my chest.
"Patience," he admonished, his voice a husky whisper that fanned the flames of my desire.
He released my wrists, and I immediately missed the weight of his body holding me down. But Kane had other plans. He kissed his way down my torso, his tongue circling my navel before dipping lower. He hooked his hands under my knees, spreading me wide, exposing me to his hungry gaze.
The first swipe of his tongue was a jolt of pure electricity, a shock to my system that left me trembling.
He lavished attention on my most sensitive area, his tongue delving into my folds, lapping at my wetness with single-minded focus.
He teased my clit with maddening flicks, each one driving me higher, closer to the precipice.
My magic swelled within me, a tide of power that threatened to break free. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, a living thing that yearned to merge with Kane's. I could feel it reaching out to him, tendrils of energy that sought to entwine with his own.
Kane must have sensed it too, because he lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "Let it go," he commanded, his voice laced with magic. "Let it consume us both."
With a moan of surrender, I released the hold on my power, allowing it to mingle with his. It was like setting a match to tinder, the resulting conflagration threatening to engulf us both. My magic danced around us, a wild, untamed force that heightened every sensation, every touch.
The room around us shimmered, the very air charged with the force of our combined power. The plants that filled the space thrived in the magical atmosphere, their leaves glowing with a vitality that only our union could provide. Petals floated around us, caressing our skin with their silken touch.
Kane rose above me, his body glistening with the evidence of my arousal. He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my slick folds. I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him closer, wordlessly begging for the connection I craved.
With a slow, inexorable push, he entered me, stretching me, filling me completely.
The mate bond flared to life, a brilliant, incandescent flame that threatened to consume us both.
I could feel Kane's emotions crashing over me, a tumultuous wave of love, desire, and a possessiveness that should have frightened me but only served to stoke the fires of my own passion.
He began to move, each thrust a deliberate claiming, a branding of my soul.
Our bodies slapped together, the sound a primitive drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of our hearts.
I met him thrust for thrust, our movements growing increasingly frantic as we chased the release that beckoned just out of reach.
Kane's fangs elongated, casting an ominous shadow in the dim light.
With a reverence that stole my breath, he cradled my hand in his, and with a swift, precise movement, he bit into my palm.
The sharp sting was quickly replaced by a warm, pulsing sensation as my blood rose to meet his mouth.
The pain was exquisite, a prelude to the deeper connection we were about to forge.
A necessity to complete the fated mate bond.
As my blood trickled down his throat, Kane's eyes darkened with an insatiable hunger.
He released my hand, and I could see the effect my essence had on him.
His own need was a palpable force in the room, thick and heady.
I pulled him closer, my body pressing against his, feeling the hard contours of his desire against my stomach.
With an unexpected boldness, I tilted my head to the side, exposing the delicate skin of my neck.
Kane's gaze lingered there, and with a low growl, he leaned in, his fangs grazing my throat before he plunged them deep into my flesh.
A gasp escaped my lips, turning into a moan as a rush of pleasure coursed through me.
The world around us blurred as I surrendered to the sensation of his bite, the pull of my blood mingling with the white-hot heat that pooled between my legs.
As Kane drank, I let my magic surge forth, encircling us in a shimmering energy.
It danced along our skin, teasing and tantalizing.
My body felt the loss of his dick as he pulled away from me.
With a fluid motion, I pushed him down onto the soft sheets beside me and rolled over, my hands exploring the firm planes of his chest, each touch leaving a trail of glowing light.
Straddling him, I eased myself onto his throbbing erection, taking him inside me inch by agonizing inch.
Our bodies moved as one, each thrust driving us closer to the edge.
My magic swirled around us, caressing, probing, enhancing every sensation.
It was as if we were touching not just with our bodies, but with our very souls.
I rode him with wild abandon, the rhythm of our lovemaking growing more frenzied with each passing moment.
The feel of him inside me, the taste of his kiss, the intoxicating scent of our mingled desire—it was all consuming.
I needed to be closer, to feel him everywhere, to merge with him in every conceivable way.
As the waves of pleasure built to a crescendo, my magic intensified, sending ripples of ecstasy through Kane.
I could feel his climax approaching, a storm about to break.
His movements grew erratic, a sign that his control was slipping.
I could feel the telltale tingle at the base of my spine, a harbinger of the orgasm that was rapidly approaching.
I clung to him, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, as we tumbled over the edge together.
The force of our combined climax was like nothing I'd ever experienced.
It was a cataclysmic explosion of pleasure and power, a fusion of souls that transcended the physical realm.
The mate bond blazed with a radiant light, a beacon in the darkness that proclaimed our eternal connection to the world.
Kane's release triggered my own, my inner walls convulsing around his throbbing cock. The sensation seemed to go on forever, a never-ending cascade of pleasure that left us both gasping for breath.
Our bodies, slick with sweat and magic, finally stilled, but the connection between us continued to pulse with life. I collapsed onto his chest, our hearts beating in unison, the bond now unbreakable.
We lay there in silence, our breaths slowly returning to normal, our bodies still intimately joined. The room was bathed in the soft glow of our magic, a gentle reminder of the power we wielded and the love that bound us together.
Kane pressed a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering against my skin. "You are mine," he murmured, the words a vow that resonated in the very depths of my soul.
"And you are mine," I replied, my voice filled with the certainty of our connection.
As we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of our shared magic and the strength of our bond, I knew that nothing could ever tear us apart. We were two halves of a whole, destined to walk through this life and all others to come, united by a love that was as timeless as it was powerful.
And in that moment, I wouldn't have had it any other way.