Chapter 129 Chapter 129
“I want you,” he purred and kissed her neck sensually. “I want you.” He went on to her jawline, where he planted a few lingering kisses. “I want you.” He found her lips, licking and nipping at them as he usually liked to do, but today, his actions were mixed with urgency and hastiness. He kissed her until she couldn’t think straight anymore, the desire within her consuming her like a storm. She melted into his touch, letting him lead the kiss.
He pressed her hands against the wall, his fingers interlacing with hers. A low chuckle reached her ears when she couldn’t hold in a moan, kissing him back fervently. She had missed him so much—she was clinging to him like he was her lifeline and let him complete her. The hole in her heart wasn’t there anymore; it had been mended, the wound healed.
She met his burning ruby eyes that seemed to glow, getting hypnotized by the intensity of his gaze. Without warning, he shoved his thigh in between her legs, pinning her to the wall with his body. Her chest pressed up against his, allowing her to feel every breath he took. He deepened the kiss, and she tasted his raw desire on her tongue, reading greed in his eyes.
Valerie had weak knees by the time he was satisfied and let her take a few breaths. Letting go of her hands, he cupped her reddened cheeks and leaned his forehead against hers, taking in her half-lidded eyes, her swollen lips.
“Please be mine,” he murmured huskily, the seductive tint in his voice making her swallow. Her eyes grew wide in realization, and suddenly, the loud pounding of her heart was all she heard.
“What?” she managed to stutter, believing that she was dreaming.
“Valerie,” he said seriously, “I want to make a new bond with you.”
Her heart skipped a beat before its thumps became faster, nervous. This had to be a dream. It was all she wished for, all she had been thinking about for weeks, and it was too good to be true. She would have never expected him to bring it up himself.
“It was a mistake to break the bond, and I regret it,” he murmured, leaning in so their noses were almost touching, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin of her lips. She became hyperaware of his finger pads caressing her cheeks tenderly, felt his toned stomach on hers as she was trapped between him and the wall.
“Why?”
“Because I want you all to myself,” he drawled, biting his lip when strong desire manifested in his ruby eyes.
Taking a shaky breath, she parted her lips, her anticipation making her excited. “I… I want to be bonded to you again,” she whispered, desperately tugging at the end of his silver chain. “Please, I…”
Valerie couldn’t finish her sentence because he crashed his lips on hers. She swore she heard a growl rumbling in his throat as he kissed her demandingly. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in. He made her lose her mind, stealing every coherent thought that she’d had left. Her mind was hazy, her gaze hooded when she met his entrancing eyes.
Part of her still couldn’t believe that he wanted the bond back and that he was willing to take the risk just for her. He loved her more than she had imagined, and the thought made her overflow with joy. She smiled into the kiss, tangling her hands in his soft white hair.
Only when they broke the kiss and gazed at each other in anticipating silence, she found her voice. “Can you do it?” she asked breathlessly, her impatience and eagerness plain to see. “Or do we need to ask a witch?”
“No, I’ll do it myself this time,” he replied, “But I’m afraid it’s going to hurt for a while since this kind of spell is difficult to handle.”
“Last time wasn’t exactly pleasant either. I know what I’m in for,” she said and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Do it.”
He took a step back. The sudden lack of his proximity left her a little disappointed, but she didn’t get to dwell on it for long. Hastily, he took her wrist and pulled her after him into her room. His actions were filled with urgency as he guided her to the bed.
“Sit down and get comfortable,” he said.
Now her knees felt weak for a different reason, that being anxiousness. Part of her wondered if this would go well or not, and how long it would take. She wasn’t particularly keen on going through the pain one more time, but she would endure it because she knew that it would be worth it in the end.
She sat in the middle of the mattress, and he kneeled in front of her, looking her over once more.
“Are you… Really okay with doing this?” Valerie asked.
“Yes. It’s going to be fine,” he replied, convincedly. “A bond forged with demon magic is different than one made by a witch, but not in a negative sense.”
“What do you mean?” she asked and leaned closer; her interest piqued.
A grin appeared on his lips. “It’s stronger. We’re going to sense each other’s emotions through the bond, no matter whether they are positive or negative. A witch’s bond doesn’t allow for this to happen.”
She was surprised to hear this but didn’t mind it at all. “Oh, I see,” she replied, feeling impatience mix with her unease. She wanted to get it done now and not wait any longer. “Do it then. Don’t make me wait.”
He stayed silent and sat in front of her on the bed, taking her left wrist in a careful hold. His elegant fingers brushed over her skin, and suddenly, they began glowing brightly, casting her wrist in burning white light. Instantly, hot agony shot up her arm, causing her to gasp. She felt it creeping through her entire body until it reached her heart, where the pain became unbearable.