I looked up at our reflection. “Balen? What happens to you?”
He swung me around, lifted me up onto the sink and moved between my legs. “I don’t know.”
Before I could say anything, his mouth came down on mine. It was hard and possessive, the harsh bruising kiss like a statement that I was his. I stiffened at the thought, but he yanked me closer to him, and deepened the kiss until I gave in to him.
He pulled back. “We have this,” he whispered. “That’s what we have. And it’s real.”
I UNDID HER JEANS and slowly slipped them and her black panties down her legs. She was stiff and scared and I knew I was pushing her, but Danni was running. I felt her withdrawal, her resistance to my kiss. Fuck, I knew all this was a lot to handle, but we had one another. That was the one solid in all this shit.
Even though I felt like ramming my cock into her and proving what we had was real and not some fuckin’ spell, she needed slow right now. I slipped my fingers between her legs and groaned. Wet. Jesus, she was wet. Her head may be fucking with what she wanted, but her body knew.
“I want your hands on my cock.”
She opened her mouth, about to push me away. I could see her thinking again, wondering if this was a good idea or not. Well, I fuckin knew. I pushed two fingers hard up inside her and she arched her back and moaned, eyes closing. I didn’t move.
“Take my cock out.”
She swallowed, and then tried to push up with her pelvis so my fingers would drive in further, but I grabbed her hip and held her still. “Oh, no you don’t.”
She let go of the edge of the sink then clung to the edge of my jeans. I hissed when I heard the pop of my button and then the slow slide of the zipper.
Air sucked from my lungs as her fingers wrapped around my cock and squeezed.
“That’s it. Fuck,” I murmured, then pushed my two fingers in and out of her—hard but slow. I didn’t stop until she was panting, eyes closed, mind focused on us and nothing else.
I took her mouth again, groaning as she moved her hand up and down my cock. I couldn’t do slow. I needed her now. I pushed her hand away and positioned myself against her.
“I can’t wait, baby.”
“I know.”
I quickly pulled a condom from my back pocket, ripped it open with my teeth and put it on. I cupped her chin. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes.
“I want you to look at me when I put my cock inside you.”
She nodded.
I held my cock in my hands then jerked my hips forward and drove inside her. “Fuck.” I nearly came as her tight warmth wrapped around me. I stayed still a second, letting the intensity settle. “Baby?” She opened her eyes and what I saw in the depths . . . fuck, it was beautiful. Complete submission.
I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her as I moved inside her, slow yet hard, until she moaned then cried out my name.
“Legs.”
As soon as she locked them around me, I sunk deeper. She put her hand on the bathroom mirror behind her as I pumped into her. I needed more of her. I wanted all of her. To own every piece of this woman.
Her body tensed, and I knew she was close. I moved faster and a cry emerged from her throat, which I quickly silenced with my mouth.
It was all I needed as she quivered around me. I let go, my release driving shivers through my body. Every muscle tightened. Every thought vanished except loving this woman. Fuck yeah, I loved her and no matter what happened, she’d always be mine in my heart.
I kissed her swollen lips then slowly slipped from her. “We’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.”
Her eyes flew open and she struggled out of my embrace and slid off the counter.
I scowled. “What the fuck?”
I had to step back as she bent over and pulled on her underwear and jeans. When she straightened, I knew whatever was fucking with her head before sex was back. “You can’t say shit like that. You think everything is going to be okay? Well, it’s not, Balen. They want you dead. And we can’t run forever. So, this,” she pointed to me and her, “isn’t going to happen.”
It was as if she’d slapped me. “This is bullshit and you know it.” She was running—hard. I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the toilet then did up my jeans.
“We’ll deal with this. We’ll get through it. I swear—”
She slammed her hands into my chest. “We? No. There is no we, Balen. You know why? Because some scary-ass spirit things want you dead and when they catch you, I’m left here. Without you. Scars and vampires, men with needles . . . God, it’s nothing to you, but to me this is terrifying. I don’t want this. I don’t want your life especially when you won’t even be here. So, no, you don’t get to say we will get through this, because you’ll be dead.”
Fuck, she was freakin’ out and I didn’t know how to make it better because I didn’t know what was going to happen. “I’ll fight it.”
She snorted. “Bonded, I die when they take you. Not Bonded, I live but you . . . you either die or are sentenced to Rest. There’s nothing to fight, Balen. Our fight is over.” Danni lowered her gaze. “I can’t do this. Us.”
“Too fuckin’ late,” I ground out. “You’re mine.”
I smelled the fear in her pores, and it intensified when I said the words. She was running and no matter what I said right now, nothing would stop her.
But she was right. We were fighting a battle I couldn’t win. Her life would be saved if she became a Scar, but I was still leaving whether dead or exiled or in Rest.