Page 17 of Bound in Violet Ink

I’ve been locked in rooms and choked by silence. But here, Kane is the male who wrote me letters soaked in longing. He sees me. He sees only me.

The space between us lessens, but he doesn’t rush this, like I’ll vanish if he moves too fast.

I meet him halfway.

His lips tentatively brush mine, and when I don’t pull away—when I clutch his arm like a lifeline—he kisses me like it’s a slow, reverent claiming.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t feel stolen.

I feel chosen.

I swear I can sense the starving part of him latching onto the promise of affection that this bond will give, and perhaps we’ve both been starved of the same nourishment despite living very different lives.

My lips move with his guidance, his deep groans melting my bones.

I may be inexperienced, but I’m not ignorant.

I’ve explored my own body, and I know what his mouth and cock can do.

Stiffening slightly when I realize just how far my mind is willing to wander, it’s as if the bond assuages me with the reminder that his scent—all over—will spread fast through rumors.

Oh, the idea of the entirety of the Seelie court realizing who I’ve chosen, after rejecting all of them, is as tantalizing as Kane’s scent.

My true identity doesn’t even seem relevant, not if this is the life I choose.

I press harder into the kiss, his groan greeting me with approval.

Those rough hands roam lower around the small of my back, and the sensation of being within the arms of someone so appealing and dangerous is absolutely feral within my system.

I’m a flower that’s stolen warmth from fading rays of sunshine, and now I’m finally standing out in the middle of a cloudless day to absorb the sun. I smile into the kiss, enamored to know it’s Kane who will deflower me.

My clothes are removed as enigmatically as his—they were once on our bodies, and now they’re piled onto the floor—through an intense exchange of heat, teeth slightly clashing, and his tongue claiming my mouth like a prelude to what he’ll do with my body.

An intense high shrouds every bit of common sense.

While utterly cocooned in his strength as he holds me close, his cock grazes my belly, and my lower jaw trembles with need.

Even if some part of this feels utterly empty due to the lack of knowing him, at least Silas won’t be able to sell me as a prized virgin anymore.

Kane is quick to change our positions as my balance is off kilter when I tumble back onto the bed, the man standing next to it with a firm and commanding erection. Oh, I never knew just the sight of this could make me come completely undone, knowing its intention is for me .

“You do understand,” he begins, glowering.

“That we are bound in ways so archaic that few recall it?” He moves from the side of the bed to the bottom, leaning over to reach forward with those veined, calloused hands to grip my hips, sliding me down so my legs part on either side of him.

I gasp at how easy that was for him, waiting for my flesh to collide with his, but it never happens.

No, instead, he kneels down, his shoulders the same height as my knees.

Rough hands spread my legs further, and it’s the vulnerability in this exposure that breaks through the fog of fucking.

“And you will only fuck me as your mate, little flower, not to enrage Silas.”

Perhaps I can feel how much he wants this for himself, because he can apparently read my heart as if the words are scrawled between my breasts.

I don’t know what to say, and when my legs begin to instinctively close, he parts them open with a force I could never counter.

With a force that confusingly sparks more of my arousal. “Do you agree?”

This… this is really happening…

“Yes,” I breathe out with a sinful desire.

“For our binding, not to spite anyone else?” he asks, sliding that massive hand over my inner thigh in almost a caress. “I want to feel you mean it. I know you can feel what I want, and I can certainly feel you.”

Feel . Yes… I can actually feel what matters to him. It’s a consideration that exists without effort inside my mind, compartmentalized into Kane.

Your mate, Victoria. For the male whose teeth marks will permanently scar your skin.

“For you ,” I say, drunk on infatuation.

The idea of pleasing my mate, even if he is unmarked, is like smoothing out a string that connects us, playing it without friction.

He dips his head down, breathing me in. Without hesitation, his tongue deeply presses against me, my moan completely involuntary as a sensation I’ve never felt streaks through me.

The way his hand grips and dips into my thighs brings a pleasure I’ve never known.

Every sound I make pushes him to work harder, my fingers spreading out as I want to touch him while the wet heat of his mouth mixes with every sensitive edge…

but grabbing him with greed feels foreign, improper.

“Touch me, Victoria,” he growls.

Within seconds, I grip the top of his hand, my lips trembling as a familiar burst of ecstasy rises, brought on completely without any effort on my end.

Your mate is pleasing you.

I whimper.

I whimper again .

This is happening much faster than when I’m by myself. “Kane,” I moan, still getting used to the sound coming from my mouth.

“Louder,” he commands through a suck, almost as if it the command wasn’t voluntary.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “ Kane !”

My navel tightens as my knees close around him, Kane grunting as he drains my orgasm, his hands nearly bruising my hips with how hard he grips me.

And I can feel him. The desire to fuck me without pausing or grace. To dominate my body in ways that will permanently imprint him on me. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I say, “I want you to fuck me how you want to.”

He growls as he stands, murderous hands gripping my hips once more.

If I were to rise, I bet my scent would be all over that magnificently masculine face.

I don’t get to find out as my legs are spread around his waist. The tip of his cock aligns with my body as I’m still caught in the wakes of pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his pupils completely blown. Without a second to waste, I gasp as he completely spreads me open with a gentle thrust forward. I watch as his cock slowly disappears into my body, feeling that invasion from the inside.

His girth has me taking a few deep breaths to help my body accept him, my eyes rolling with how it feels to be utterly filled with Kane, like no crevice is left untouched.

I’m only more excited by the idea that this actually is happening—Kane has taken this part of me. I’m never returning to that castle again… only to wherever this brute of a man takes me.

I’ve heard losing one’s womanhood can hurt, but I didn’t quite know what that would mean. My whimper mixes with groans of pleasure more than pain.

He leans down to kiss me as he gently slides in and out of me, holding me very still, until all at once his tongue possessively swoops into my mouth as his cock buries into me, completely filling me with him as he groans into my mouth.

Kane’s hips move harder, the bed rhythmically hitting the wall of a stranger’s home as he moans while our flesh collides. I’m amazed at how I feel another orgasm rising, sounds of pleasure mixing with his.

“Come on my cock, Victoria, as I spill into you.”

Some part of me wonders if I’m so unrestrained because he’s my mate, or simply because of the novelty. Either way, I dig my fingers into his thick, hard back, kissing him as I want to come again. To use this violent man for my pleasure.

When my body is on the verge of coming once more, Kane presses his warm lips down my jaw, licking the fresh wounds of his claiming mark. My orgasm mixes with searing pain as I cry out, so overwhelmed with pleasure at the notion that it will be impossible to hide this mating mark.

He thrusts with so much force that he’s utterly flush against me. I’m so full of Kane when until his cock pulsates. It dawns on me that he’s actually coming inside of me, and I’ll be leaking the scent of a revered Unseelie High Lord.

I doubt I’ll exist much without this claim for some time.

The tether between us tightens and thickens, this bite permanently intertwining our energies so only death can separate us.

The behemoth gently kisses me after unleashing what has to be only a glimpse at the feral side of him, my blood on his lips.

“You are mine, little flower. The rest of the world may fear me, but not you. You will never need to.”