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A few more days passed by as we healed and recovered.

Rowen and I had spent the afternoon packing, though, in truth, we didn’t have much to bring with us. Our belongings were few and mostly consisted of books, sketches, a few clothes, and weapons.

“Are you ready to leave for Viltarran tomorrow?” he asked as I plopped onto our mattress. The canopy and bed were all that remained in our dome.

“I am.” I smiled, perfectly encased in our haven. “I’m ready to start my life with you.”

Rowen went to one of the packed woven baskets and pulled out something long, velvety, and green.

My eyebrows narrowed in confusion, then shot up in realization. Rowen stalked toward me with smooth, braided vines. “I’ve been thinking about tying you up all day,” he said, standing at the foot of the bed. “Laid out and strung up just for me. At my mercy as I pleasure you all night.”

Anticipation and panic swirled through my body. My mouth dried as wetness pooled somewhere else entirely. I was aroused just from watching him hold the rope, and I bit my lip as we held eye contact. “I don’t know. I wiggled out of your last knot pretty easily.”

His eyes simmered with heat, desire, and something like a challenge. He crawled onto the bed and caught my wrist, then the other. He put my hands together and held them in one of his large palms. I gulped as he wrapped the vines around my wrists, tying secure knots with adept precision.

He laid me back on the bed and lifted my bound hands above my head. My body surged with electricity as he hovered over me and tied the end of the rope to the headboard.

My chest heaved. The restraints weren’t tight enough to hurt me but not loose enough that I could escape.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice guttural and low.

“Does it look like I’m going anywhere?” I replied with a smirk, testing the bonds that didn’t budge.

He sat back on his heels, his eyes obscenely tracing over every curve and indent of my body. “I wish you could see how you look right now. Completely and utterly at my mercy.”

“You could do anything to me,” I said as my nipples puckered beneath the thin fabric of my top.

His hands shoved up my lilac camisole, baring my breasts. He lightly grazed past my nipples with his scarred knuckles, and I shuddered as I erupted in goosebumps.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Lady Damascus,” he said, and I squirmed.

His touch lowered to my satin bottoms where he slowly, torturously, pulled them off my body, revealing my bare and aching center.

I was laid out before him like his personal feast. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I writhed against the binds, my hips pumping the air, searching for his hand, his mouth, anything. He chuckled darkly. The light bondage had me going crazy .

He started at my neck and kissed his way down my body. His lips brushed over my peaked nipple, and my body jolted, my hands staying in place.

I whimpered. Not being able to trace my hands along his muscled form was a different kind of torture.

I squirmed and wriggled under his ministrations, loving the rough scruff of his beard and the soft press of his lips.

He kissed down my ribcage, stomach, and hip bones.

I couldn’t get away, and I didn’t want to. I was completely at his mercy. Or he was at mine. I knew I could say the words to make him stop.

He spread my legs apart and grinned when he found me wet and glistening.

His fingertip traced my aching center as his other hand splayed across my abdomen. The points of contact ignited my body, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more! “Please,” I moaned. I couldn’t take this torture anymore.

“My, how you beg and writhe for me,” he said as he lowered his head between my legs. His breath skittered over my desire that dripped down my thigh, and my hips bucked the air. He chuckled again.

“Please,” I begged again.

“Yes, my flame, I will touch you now. But only because you beg so prettily.” His tongue darted out and stroked my aching bud.

Gratitude filled me as he finally touched me, and I jerked from the denied intensity. “Yes!”

I barely had a moment to adjust to his tongue before he drove his fingers inside me, and my back arched off the bed.

Everything coiled and bunched as I rode his fingers. I was so achy and plaint that my first orgasm was imminent. It wracked through me like a pulsating meteor shower. My body undulated with my arms trapped above my head .

When I finally touched back down to earth, my body was aglow and buzzing, but I noticed Rowen still wore his pants. And that upset me greatly.

I incinerated the ropes that bound my wrists and pounced onto my soul flame. Rowen’s shadowed brow lifted in shock and excitement as I mounted him.

I pulled him from his pants. His cock was so hard and aching that I shuddered. He seized my moment of distraction and whirled me back under him.

He pulled off my top the rest of the way, then entered me with a slick thrust. I cried out as he filled me, commanding me to feel every inch of him as he pushed his way inside me.

Tension tightened in my core.

“Look at me when I make you come.”

I opened my eyes to the green and welcoming forest of his irises, and he smiled as I came around his cock.

“Good girl.”

I pumped my hips, taking him in and out of me, watching transfixed at how he could possibly fit inside me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said and pounded into me mercilessly. My breasts shook, and my thighs trembled. I had no choice but to submit to the pleasure he demanded to give me. “You take me so good, Keira.”

My third climax rocked through me in waves and waves of pleasure that seemed never-ending. When I came back to my senses, Rowen hovered over me, caging me within his muscled and veiny arms. I pumped my hips again, determined that he would be the next to come.

“Yes. Keira. Use that pretty pussy,” he said, holding himself up as I fucked him from underneath.

Our eye contact was unflinching as I rode him from the bottom. His cock thickened and twitched inside of me. My pace picked up as I bucked and rode out his pleasure .

He growled out his release, using my body to extract every ounce of his pleasure. He crashed down on top of me and kissed me ferociously. His moan echoed down my throat as I kissed him back.

He curled me into his embrace and kissed my wrists. “I love you so much.”

The ancient soul flame bond stirred within me. “I love you,” I said, kissing his heaving chest. The fabric of his soul called to mine as if we’d been woven together long ago.

He pulled me in tighter as we basked in our sated bliss, and our arms held each other like a shield against the world.

Aliphoura and Caeryn might still be alive, plotting to come for Rowen’s title. The future was uncertain, and our troubles might find us one day. But none of that mattered tonight. Or even tomorrow. We would head to Viltarran and build the dream Rowen and I had shared together.

With the promise of forever, and the eternal flames flickering in our eyes, Rowen traced and memorized every inch of my skin. And I his. Every blemish, beauty mark, and dent was mine to look at, now and forever.

I didn’t know how long we laid there, lost in each others arms, or even in what world or plane we existed.

But as we lay naked, tangled in our forever, we kissed each other’s scars and counted the freckles that turned into stars.

The End