<b>Chapter </b><b>58 </b>
Elowen POV
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The room was dim. It was lit only by the soft amber glow of a singlemp on the bedside table. The door clicked shut behind L, and the sound echoed like a heartbeat in my ears.
Ash and Daxon had kissed my forehead, given me a smirk and a “don’t be too loud, babe,” before slipping into the other room to give us space. I was too raw to be embarrassed. I needed this. I needed him.
L turned to face me, the firelight dancing off his golden hair, his blue eyes soft and searing all at once.
“Ye sure, mo ghrá?” he asked, his voice a thick murmur soaked in his Hignd drawl, rough as aged whiskey and twice as potent. “After all that, do ye want this?”
I nodded slowly, walking toward him like gravity was pulling me. “I don’t want it, L. I ache for it. I need to feel something that isn’t duty or prophecy or fucking bone cracking magic. I need you.”
That was all it took.
He crossed the space between us in a breath, one hand cradling the back of my head as his lips met mine reverently, like a prayer whispered through flesh. His other hand slipped around my waist, pulling me flush to his body, and I moaned into his mouth as the heat between us ignited.
Clothes came off slowly, like unwrapping a gift neither of us deserved but had waited lifetimes for.
My shirt slid up and over my head, hisrge hands mapping the new terrain of my body like I was sacred. He cupped my breasts gently, his thumbs circling over my nipples until I was whimpering, my breath stuttering in my throat.
“Ye’re so fuckin‘ beautiful,” he whispered, kneeling in front of me like I was something holy. His lips grazed over my belly, up to the underside of my breasts, then lower, worshipping me with every kiss<b>. </b>
When his tongue finally found my swollen clit, I nearly came apart. He groaned at the taste of me, holding my thighs open as if he could drink every drop of my pleasure and still be thirsty. I was trembling, and moaning, my hands tangled in his hair, begging without shame.
“L, please…”
He rose then, his eyes molten with want, his cock thick and hard and flushed. He lined himself up against my already dripping folds, his lips brushing mine as he asked one more time, “Truly ready, mo ghrá?”
“Take me,” I breathed. “Make me yours.”
And he did.
The first push was slow, and deep, as if the bond itself was dragging him into me. I gasped, digging my nails into his
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back, and he held still, whispering words in Gaelic against my cheek that I didn’t understand but felt in my bones.
He began to move with long slow thrusts that drove me insane. Every roll of his hips struck something deep inside me that made me keen. Our bodies fit like they were made for this. Like fate had carved us from the same fire.
He kissed me through it, murmured praises, and held me like I was precious, until I shattered. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, stars behind my eyes, his name on my tongue.
He followed with a guttural growl, burying himself deep as the mate bond lit up between us like a fucking
supernova.
I screamed. He groaned. And then it happened.
Twin glowing tattoos burst into life across our chests, his a moon marked tree with roots buried deep in the earth. Mine a constetion swirling into a heart. Silver light glowed between us<b>, </b>pulsing like a heartbeat until it faded into skin.
We copsed in a tangle of limbs and breathless wonder, his arms locked tight around me as <b>I </b>finally, finally…felt <fnf786> ?????? ???? Find[F]ovel</fnf786>
safe.
“Ye’re mine now,” he whispered, his lips brushing my forehead. “Forever, mo ghrá.”
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