Page 63 of The Fate of Black Hearts

She ran her hands through his long, dark hair. Her fingers hovered over the tattooed marks along his neck before moving to his shirt. Her hands shook ever so slightly as they unbuttoned his shirt and swept it off his shoulders. “Lie down.”

As if under her spell, Dom followed the command. His breath hitched when she traced his chest and over his shoulders along the magical marks and few scars. Tingles scattered over his skin. The marks were sensitive. They reflected the scars from attained magic. No one had ever touched him with such open curiosity or appreciation.

She traced the indents of his ribcage and the thick muscles of his arms. Hoarsely, she whispered, “You’re so beautiful. Powerful everywhere.”

He lifted the pendant she still wore around her neck and kissed it. “I will always do what’s needed toprotect you.”

“As long as what you need involves you making me come as much as possible. That was…pretty good.” She grinned.

“Pretty good?” He thew an arm across his eyes. “I’ve been graded as no more thanpretty good.”

She chuckled. “You have to earn greatness. I’m pissed about all the time we’ve lost by not doing that sooner.”

Love is inevitable.

I just considered love and Evie in the same thought.

Shit. Am I in love with Evie? Of course you are, you twit. You don’t chuck over two hundred years of mostly abstinence and imprisonment just to piss in the face of a prophecy guaranteed to trigger massive catastrophe.

“Love is so much more than desire.”Atropos’s words haunted him.

Dom tucked her blonde hair behind an ear to better see the small appendage and the delicate arch of her neck.Maybe the Conclave is right. I should’ve worn the slave band.

First comes love, then a baby that’ll end the world.Ormyworld.He wouldn’t ever be able to kill Evie. Or hurt her. The thought of doing anything harmful to a child of hers… His stomach twisted.

He turned his head to meet her gaze when she lay beside him. His mind split in two. He wondered why the two of them had tortured themselves so long to deny themselvesthis.He also knew this was dangerous, possibly wrong.

He’d lost control of every bit of the restrictionsand introspection he’d sought for hundreds of years when he came inside her. Yet, he didn’t regret a second of it.

As if reading his mind, she said, “There won’t be a child. I can’t get pregnant right now. Lycans have to be in heat. That means we can do whatever we want and it’s okay.”

“Anything we want,” he muttered, entranced by the movement of her lips.

She straddled him. His dick sprang up in front of her pelvis. He pulled the dress that had already ridden above her hips over her head. Just as she had done, he traced the lines of her torso and around the edges of her breasts.

Gently, she leaned down to capture his lips. “I’ve never come like that. Hell, I’ve never felt anything like that. It shook me from…it felt like my soul exploded.” She kissed across his face and down his neck. “There aren’t words for what it was.”

“But it was onlypretty good.” He took the peak of one breast into his mouth before she could move away. She reached down to take his shaft in her grip and stroke him. He gently nipped her. She gasped and squeezed in kind.

“Enough play. I need you.” She lifted up and sank down on him.

He moaned.

“Tell me you’ve dreamed of us like I have.” Her dilated eyes found his.

“Too many times.” He used his hands to steady her before lifting her and pulling her down on him. “Did you make yourself come when you thought of me?”

She threw her head back and squeezed him deep inside of her. “Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I’d like to see that one day.” A mischievous grin spread on her face. “Bet it wasn’t this good.” She did another stroke with a pelvic move that shot chills through his balls. My gods, she was magic. They rode in sync until he growled and rolled her onto her back.

“Finally,” she whooshed out. “Hard.”

He thrust into her in long, punishing strokes that she arched up to meet. He lifted her ass to reorient her pelvis and make the thrusts deeper. Her body began quivering, which made him chuckle. “Like that, do you?”

All she released were a few garbled words as her body clamped around him and spasmed with a long moan. The vise grip of her around his shaft, squeezing with spasms, stopped him from moving.