Pressure built inside me rapidly at the intense way he filled me and the hot warmth of feeling him inside my body. My breathing grew shallower as I neared the edge, uncontrollable cries escaping me as he continued pumping in and out of me, not too quickly and not too slowly.
“Lose it with me,” I commanded him breathlessly.
“Planning on it,” he growled back, his voice rough and hot.
He picked up the pace, moving faster and harder, and my pleasure finally shattered.
I cried out loudly as bliss ripped through me from my head to my toes. Namir snarled as he thrust, his erection throbbing inside me as he soaked me with his own pleasure.
Something within us seemed to snap into place, and a scream tore through me as pleasurable power erupted between us. The air flooded with shadows, energy and strength seeming to rush back into me even as an orgasm rocked every inch of my body.
Emotions flickered through me as I came down from the high again—pleasure, bliss, lust, awe.
Love.
Enough love to make my throat swell, and my eyes water.
I closed them, to make sure that the tears didn’t escape.
I wasn’t a crier. Not even in my worst, most painful moments, had I given my torturers my tears.
But the wetness in my eyes at the rush of emotions in my heart and mind was unmistakable… and for the first time in my life, I was grateful for them.
Chapter26
The emotions faded after a moment,leaving me shocked and confused. But also, relaxed and feelingwholein a way I’d never experienced before.
“Holy shit,” I panted, my forehead falling to rest on Namir’s shoulder. It was bare, and still wet from the shower raining down on him. I’d been spared from the actual flow of the water, but was still drenched thanks to the king and his body.
“That was fucking incredible, Love,” he growled, one of his hands cupping my head as he tugged his forehead back to mine, so they could rest against one another.
“What was that, at the end?” I whispered. “The bond, snapping into place?”
“Yes, the bond snapping into place and our magic weaving together.” His lips brushed my cheek. “Thank you, Diora.”
“If this is where you tell me you’ve been using me this whole time, I will fucking kill you even if it takes me out too,” I breathed.
He grinned. “Not a damned chance. You’re mine, now.” His hands slid over my arms, over my sides, over as much of my skin as he could touch in the position we were in. “The throne’s power is woven with yours too, now. You’ll be faster and stronger, and your healing will be more rapid. One person can’t hold both types of magic, but because we each hold one, they can connect the way we can.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me about that earlier,” I growled at him, though the growl was half-hearted with all the pleasure still relaxing my body.
“No more secrets.” He eased away from me slightly, his cock still hard and inside me.
“Wait.” I grabbed his shoulder, and he paused.
His gaze was calm, steady, and trusting as he waited for me to explain.
Self-consciousness had me biting my lip. “Never mind.”
His eyes narrowed at me. “No more secrets, Diora.”
I huffed a bit at having the rules turned against me. “I just want you to stay inside me a bit longer. It’s stupid.”
The narrowness of his eyes was replaced with another grin. “That’s not stupid at all. I’ll stay inside you for the next week, if you’d like. It’s no hardship for me—pun intended.”
I snorted. “Terrible pun.”
“You loved it.” He slipped an arm between my lower back and the wall, hoisting me up a bit before he carried us both backward and into the stream of falling water.