Dion's POV
She writhed beneath me like wildfire caged in silk.
Magic still coiled around her body like living threads—threads I'd woven from the forest floor and my own want, each laced with the promise of pleasure and surrender. The whisper veil clung to her ears. The blindfold to her eyes. All senses gone, except for the one I now ruled with reverent cruelty: touch.
She didn't need gentleness. She craved command. And I had no intention of denying her.
I moved down her body like a slow storm.
My fingers trailed across her abdomen, watching the muscles twitch and tremble as I passed. I let the vines part as I went, loosening their hold around her thighs only when I was ready to kneel between them. The scent of her was maddening—heady, potent, a perfume crafted from want and shadow.
I didn't pause to ask permission.
She'd already given it with every arch of her spine, every shake of her breathless moan, every soaked inch of skin pulsing under my power.
So I lowered my head, kissed her inner thigh—then bit down hard enough to bruise. She jerked violently against the restraints, a strangled, silent cry escaping her parted lips.
Good.
My palms pressed to the tops of her thighs to hold her steady.
And then I shifted lower—mouth hovering over the aching heat of her core. Not soft. Not slow. She didn't deserve gentle. She deserved to be ruined. Torn apart. Burned to ashes and reborn again.
I didn't touch her.
Not yet.
Instead, I let my breath spill out—hot, deliberate—over her slick, waiting heat.
She jolted like a live wire, hips bucking up, searching for friction that I refused to give.
The scream on her lips was intoxicating. Her entire body trembled, undone by nothing but air and anticipation. My smirk curved slow and dark against her thigh.
Still hovering, I exhaled again—longer this time, dragging my breath over her clit like a kiss made of smoke.
She writhed, head thrown back, throat arched, completely and utterly at my mercy.
"Do you feel that?" I murmured low, knowing she couldn't hear a word. "Every inch of you begging… and I haven't even touched you yet."
Gods, I needed a taste. Just one. The ache in my jaw clenched with restraint, but my mouth was already watering. She was spread open beneath me, trembling, undone by mere breath. My voice dropped to a low, reverent growl as I leaned in, hovering just shy of contact. "You're driving me mad, little flame," I whispered against her skin, lips brushing the heat of her. "And I won't survive another second without tasting you."
I dove in. Mad with hunger. No plan to take her easy. My tongue licking and darting fast along her clit. I need to satiate myself. I've been so long without her. She needed to know she belonged to me, and not that monster. I need to erase every touch he gave her from her mind.
I didn't relent. No. I was filled with rage. Rage she let anther touch her. She bucked. She screamed. Still not able to hear herself, she sounded so beautiful. And I can't wait to hear the sounds she makes when I wreck her. That's what she wants. What she needs. And as her mate, I need to give it to her. I needed this just as much.
My shy little mate from before has completely changed. Or maybe, she was always like this. Just hiding but she isn't hiding now, laying like this beneath my tongue.
I sucked her clit then. I bit and pulled it. Hard. And sucked again. Repeating this over and over. It needs to be swollen for what I have planned next. She lets out a long guttural scream. So perfect.
As my lips remove themselves from her bud, I look at it. So red. So swollen. I then use my magic to focus there. Like fingers. Strong and sharp. Nothing gentle. Have have my magic pull, squeeze and twist with no pattern. She started to buck then. I laughed.
So needy.
I plunge my tongue deep in her dripping core. And as I pull out, her legs are released from the vines, she wraps her thighs around my head and forces me back in. I dart back and forth. She's digging her hips deeper into my face.
This time, when I plugged in, I moved my tongue everywhere while inside trying to reach everything. She started grinding into me then. I made the sensations on her clit change, back and forth, circular motions, ones so fast it was like a tornado. I needed her release.
I spoke to her again through the bond.
"Give it to me, love. Let go. Let the stars burn out if they must—just come for me."
And she does. With a shattering scream. One that sent the birds in the trees flying away. She's breathless. Utterly wrecked. Beautifully broken. I feel the mate bond mend again. I just hope it's enough.