Page 65 of Bonds of Starfall

That was it. It had to be. She had to remember him. Cyrus had never heard, in his three hundred years, of Soulbounds forgetting each other.

She always loved to play with him, dropping her panties on his onyx floors, making him hard and desperate as he chased after her.

Two could play at that game.

"Silly girl, running into me. Better be careful, you might find yourself caught in a trap." As he purred the words, his eyelids fell closed, and he breathed in her scent. God. Just as he remembered. Enticing cherries.

Somehow, he had walked them deeper into the shadows of the club, leaving behind the dancers and pulsing neon lights. She had gone willingly, letting herself be cornered.

Cyrus smirked, feeling the whispers of her interest, tiny bursts of pleasure sickly sweet as it melted on his tongue.

His hand shot out, grabbing her delicate wrist. Her grey eyes widened.

"Let me go," Vesperin said, tone cold and hard. So different from the sweet girl of his memories.

Cyrus ignored her. He tasted her desire, laced with the softness of fear. It wasn’t enough to deter him.

He brought her wrist up to his face and ran the back of her hand over his cheek, luxuriating in her.

"Why should I let go of such a pretty prize? No one else has taken you. I’m only doing you a favor, after all." His nose skimmed the veins on the inside of her pale wrist. "Better me than them. I don’t think they would know how to handle you, doll." The endearment slipped off his tongue, reminding him of how he used to call her that when he fucked her in nothing but jewels, licked cream from her fingers, or fed from her for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm.

For an incubus, he was… generous. Wanted to give as much as take. Especially when it came to her.

She tried to jerk her hand away from him, but he held on tighter. "What makes you think I’m interested?"

Cyrus grinned like a feline. "You’ve grown bolder than I remember." The words were drowned out by electronic pulses and roaring cheers.

She stilled against him, her heart thundering in her chest as he raised a hand and brushed his fingers over the edge of her white hair—different from the girl of his memories, but still so beautiful. He sensed her arousal, small and delicate, but there. God, he craved more of it.

"It’s been so long," Cyrus murmured against her hand, undone. "You smell the same."

Would she taste the same, too?

Cyrus was suddenly desperate to find out.

He knew that he would not let this night end without being inside her. Would not let this game end until she screamed his name and told him she remembered.

"Dance with me?"

The incubus’s words made Rin shiver. The icy fog swirled around their ankles, and though the music throbbed loud enough to shake her bones, all she could hear was her heart.

Her throat was dry, and the alcohol buzzed in her veins, making her want to grab him and taste him. She was starting to forget why that was such a bad idea.

He said the same words as the male from earlier, but coming from him, it sounded dangerously enticing. The gems glittered on his pale cheeks—she wanted to touch them. His fingers were tender where they held her wrist, and in the quiet of the stolen shadows, she felt memories return.No, she pushed those memories away—she wasn’t ready to escape from this haze of forgetfulness.

That was what compelled her to say:

"What’s your name?"

The incubus shook his head with mirth in his eyes, red hair curling around his temples. "Call me Cy."

"Why did you act like that earlier? Like you knew me?" she asked him.

"I thought you were someone else, but I’ve never been so glad to be mistaken," Cy murmured against the inside of her wrist, making her breath hitch.

She found the teasing promises of what she was searching for in his eyes—oblivion.

"Okay," Rin said.