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I follow her lead, pleasure bouncing my heart and bubbling in my stomach. I can't believe this is happening. Never since I was told I was soulmateless did I think I'd be this close to an incredible woman. Someone so confident. So beautiful. Someone who brightens my day by her mere presence.

I'm really about to be naked in front of his woman. I'm going to have her marking. I'm letting a dreamscreecher do this to me. The very thing I've been told to hate, I'm now claiming, and letting her claim me.

We get up to the bedroom and immediately Ignatia pulls me in by the collar of my shirt, giving me another passionate kiss. I hum blissfully, pulling her in by the waist and returning her kisses.

Not too long after, she pulls away, her hands jumping to the buttons of my shirt and undoing them. My body floods with heat as she undoes the last button and I pull my shirt off.

Her irises are a purple glow now. She licks her lips as she rubs a hand over my chest. “The world’s finest artist must’ve sculpted this chest.”

My eyes strain under her mesmerizing glow. She has complete control of me, as if her eyes are holding me under a spell. There's a buzz against my hands and I can feel the stems of flowers weaving around my fingers and wrists.

She reaches up for another kiss, gently kicking the sides or my ankles to guide my back towards the bed.

Ignatia steps forward, forcing us to move back until I'm against the bed.

I pull from the kiss to pull over her shirt and undo her jeans.

She snickers as she returns the favor, pulling down my pants and boxers.

She pulls away and looks my naked body up and down. My whole body feels hot and tense. She giggles, not of humor but of satisfaction. “You really are handcrafted from a god, Captain Prettyface.”

“Like what you see?”

“I love what I see.” She bites her bottom lip.

I return her same gesture, taking in Ignatia's alluring form. Her finely curved backside I've desired to hold, her perky chest, her toned arms and stomach. “You’re just as incredible.”

I pull her to me, pressing our bodies together as I dip her body for another kiss. After another kiss, she pushes away and wraps a leg behind mine, tripping me so I fall onto the bed. I yelp before she's got me pinned, her hands on either side of my head.

“I just need control for this, then you can take over if you wish.” Her voice rumbles. “If you still want this mark…”

My face flushes. How does she say things so seductive so easily? “Okay…” I murmur just as she leans in to kiss me again.

I never thought I could get this intimate. And yet, here I am… left vulnerable and naked to a woman that I love. A dreamscreecher no less. She could kill me if she wanted to. And yet, here I am.

They can officially call me a monster fucker now, but it won't stop me. I want this monster. I crave her. Nobody can change my desires for her.

She nips my neck. I close my eyes, letting her take the reins over my body.

My heart jitters at the reminder that she's going to bite me and leave a permanent mark. When is it happening?

Each nibble is more pleasurable than the next. She nibbles a little harder each time, making pain more prominent and sensational. But just as Ignatia said I would, I enjoy it. I release a soft moan, a sound I cringe at. Is this how moans usually sound? Am I over-thinking it?

Love is so strange…

“Are you aware of how beautiful you sound?” Ignatia whispers against my neck.

“No…”

She bites my neck, a little harder this time. I can't help but let pleasure escape my mouth. “Fuck…”

“You’re like music, Amias. Like the sweetest melody strummed on a harp.” She nips at my neck again. “There’s no way you were meant to be soulmateless.”

“I’m soulmateless so I can choose you, Ignatia.” I murmur. “I was meant for you. This is only for you.”

She nibbles on my neck again. I release another soft moan. “Fuck Ignatia…”

I hear a soft chuckle from her before she nips my skin again. She's enjoying the noise I'm making. The realization sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

She continues on my neck as I moan her name. Ignatia… the woman who saved my life… the wounded woman I found on the streets those months ago… the woman who challenged me and opened my eyes… is the same woman I want to please… The same woman who's got me saying her name…

I refuse to wake from this dream.

The touch of her soft lips disappears from my neck, and I open my eyes to meet her glowing eyes. Her teeth had become sharper and she has the most alluring smirk I've seen across her face.

All I want is her. All I want is to be hers forever. For everyone to know that we belong to each other.

There's a buzz against my hands, amare flowers wrapping around her shoulders and arms. The flowers grow around me, popping through the bed.

“You're sure about the marking?” She rumbles. It's deep and sexy, yet so empathetic and sweet. There's that drop of lavender color she has said was a dessert before. Now I know that's not true.

She's wanted this for a long time…

I close my eyes. “Do it…”

She leans back towards my neck. “Me too.” She kisses my sensitive skin, sending a shiver racing up my spine.“You'll never understand how much I've wanted to do this.”

My eyes flash open. My heart races. Ah fuck. It's happening. I'm going to have a permanent marking on me, symbolizing our love. I won't be the same man I was before. I'll officially belong to Ignatia as she will to me.

It takes a few seconds of sweet nibbles, my gaze down towards Ignatia, before her fangs plunge into my neck.

First comes pain, making me shriek. I pull back a little trying to escape the pain, but they are latched in as her hands anchor me down at the shoulders, her nails digging in.

"Ignatia!" I yelp to my discomfort.

But then, the next second is like ecstasy. It's a rush of thrills. Like I'm floating on clouds and drowning in so much bliss it hurts.

I'm getting her marking. She’ll pull away and the marking will be there. I'm the prince of Amara, marked by the enemy.

“Ignatia…”

Everything about us flashes before me. First meeting Ignatia. Her blazing eyes when she challenged me. Saving her life in the mall and in the orphanage. Her saving mine. My built up yearning. Our first kiss.

There's no other woman that I'd rather be marked by.

I'm fucking helpless to her now. I don't care. I don't want to struggle. I don't even care to figure out what's going on. My body shudders and my vision blurs in the darkness, letting her bite as I embrace what's happening.

My eyes strain and my hands tighten as I take in the delicious pain. I feel like I'm about to faint from these overwhelming feelings. These feelings I wish to obey.

I'm hers. She's mine. We'll forever be intertwined.

And you know what? It feels damn good to think about it.