What if I was a Starblessed not meant to save a kingdom, but instead, meant to save a bastard prince?
The pain flared inside me, peaking to a new height until I didn’t think I could handle another moment of it, then it changed. Warmth rushed through me, coating every inch of me until my eyes felt heavy.
The feeling didn’t stop. It created pressure everywhere it went, and my stomach tightened as that insistent rush centered between my thighs. I gasped, desperate for a breath I couldn’t seem to catch, but it did nothing to ease the need that grew inside of me.
With every drop of blood that Evren pulled from my body, he gave something back. Something that I couldn’t grasp on to no matter how desperately I chased the feeling through my body.
He took, and he took, but gods, it made me feel frenzied with my own hunger.
“Evren,” I said his name gently, but the sound was a little more than a moan. I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted anything before in my life. I wanted Evren more than I could bring myself to want my own freedom.
And it wasn’t just physical. Every fiber of who I was, was screaming for him as he took from me. My marks burned so deeply, yearning for his touch.
I wanted to open my eyes to look at him, to see the man I felt so desperate for, but I couldn’t. As every bit of what he gave me ran through me, I was capable of doing nothing else but endure what he gave.
And it was a sweet torture.
Evren shifted beside me, and I whimpered when he lazily pulled his mouth away from my wrist. He pressed his lips against the new wound that would no doubt cover the one before it, and I felt that small move all the way to my core.
“Please,” I begged as I pressed my thighs together.
Something had snapped inside of me. Something I couldn’t hold on to, but I knew that I would never be the same again after today. When Gavril had fed from me, he had made me feel like a shell of who I was before. But Evren? Evren made me feel more like myself than I ever had.
“It’s over, princess,” Evren whispered, but his words felt like they were crashing against my skin in waves. Everything was too much yet not enough all at once.
“Evren.”
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck before he pressed his forehead to mine. “Open your eyes, Adara.”
I did so as if he had commanded me to. I blinked my eyes open and stared at the man before me. His dark eyes were filled with heat and power, and I felt it thrumming from him as if it was tangible.
“I’m burning,” I said, the only thing I could think. I wanted to touch him, to see that he was okay, but all I could focus on was the burning need that coursed through my veins.
“Fuck.” Evren looked away to Jorah, I was sure, before looking back at me. “I hurt you?”
I shook my head quickly, but I didn’t know how to explain to him what I was feeling. I couldn’t put into words the heaviness in my chest or the way my body was begging me to reach out for him.
“I need you.”
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
Evren’s hand pressed against my cheeks as if he was trying to figure out what was wrong with me. But everywhere his hands touched felt like fire. The need inside me igniting under his fingertips.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head as I tried to clear my thoughts, as I tried to make sense of what was happening inside of me. “I just need you.”
His fingers tightened against my skin as I pressed my thighs together, and his dark gaze slammed into me, and his lips parted. I didn’t need his words to tell me the truth of what he was feeling, I could feel it.
More than I had ever felt his magic before, his power, the essence of who he was. It ran through every fiber of me as if it was trying to get to know me.
Everything about him felt different.
It felt real.
I had no idea if Jorah was still there, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when every part of me felt like it was going to combust if he didn’t touch me. I had never felt a thirst like this in all my life. It was as if something inside me was shifting, changing, begging to become his.
Black magic leaked from his fingers and felt like a soft graze against me. It wrapped around me slowly, binding me in his magic, and I moaned as it pressed along my back.
“I’ve got you, princess,” Evren spoke, and his words reverberated in his magic. He lifted to his knees in front of me, and his fingers pushed my hair out of my face. “Whatever you need from me. It’s yours.”