Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(146)
A slight smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
“As my lady wishes,” he murmured and then he was on top of me, his big, warm body pressed against mine, his dark, spicy scent filling my senses.
“Laish…” I murmured, reaching between us to grasp his thick, hard length. Just at that moment I wanted him so much I could barely breathe. No, not just wanted—needed. “I can’t stand it,” I gasped as I fitted the broad head of his shaft to my entrance. “I need you inside me—need to feel you filling me up! Now.”
“That would be the soul bond between us yearning to be renewed,” he murmured, stroking my cheek. “I feel the same—a deep need to be inside you, to be joined with you once more.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I tilted my hips up, trying to get him inside me, wanting that hot, hard length filling me, taking me, making me his.
“Gwendolyn…” He breathed my name like a prayer and then lowered himself, filling me slowly but completely, penetrating me inch by thick inch, stretching me open and binding us together once again.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him down for a kiss, loving the taste of my own secret flavor on his lips. He moved inside me, long, smooth strokes that made me gasp and arch my back, finding his rhythm and matching it with one of my own.
“Oh Goddess, Laish,” I whispered in his ear when I finally broke the kiss. “I love you…love you so damn much.”
“Darling,” he whispered and pressed even deeper inside me. “I love you too. I never stopped.”
I felt the pleasure that had been building inside me start to spill over, bathing my entire body in a warm, delicious glow. I was coming—coming harder than I ever had and I could feel my inner walls quiver and tremble with the force of my orgasm, urging Laish to give in and come with me—to fill me with himself again.
With a low groan, he allowed my orgasm to trigger his own. This time when I felt the hot spurts of his seed inside me I welcomed it, knowing it was tying us even closer together, forming a bond that could never be broken.
“Laish!” I moaned, bucking up to meet him, to take him even deeper. “Yes, fill me—take me all the way. Make me yours.”
“Always,” he murmured in my ear. “Always and forever you are mine and I am yours, mon ange.”
The deep sound of his voice and the feeling of him filling me brought on another, stronger orgasm that made me throw back my head and moan. I was helpless in his arms, unable to do anything but open myself to him and all he had to give and it was perfect. Utterly, completely perfect.
As I cried my pleasure to the stars above, I knew that I was with the man I had always been meant for—the man who had always been meant for me. Somehow Laish and I had been made for each other, even though he’d had to wait an eternity to find me and I had spent a long, lonely time doubting before I finally let myself love him.
Though we’d had a long and difficult road through Hell itself, we had finally emerged from the shadows together and we would never be apart again.
Epilogue
“So you and Laish are as cozy as two peas in a pod but what about Eryn?” Taylor asked, settling herself on my couch with a jar of Grams’ homemade dill pickles.
I say “my couch” but it was actually a plush leather sectional in one of the many sitting areas in Laish’s Siesta Key mansion. Taylor had brought the pickles herself with a message from Grams who still wasn’t talking to me.
“Come home,” read the note attached to the jar. Taylor had given it to me before opening the pickles and selecting a big green one to crunch on.
I sighed when I read it—Grams was still having a hard time understanding how I could forgive Laish for stealing half my soul and using it to bond me to him. She thought I was under some kind of spell. I was pretty sure she’d come around eventually but for now, I was living with Laish and giving her a little time to adjust to the new status quo. Still, her note made me sad. I wished she could just be happy for me and understand that I really did love my man and he loved me back.
“Eryn?” Addison said, breaking my train of thought. “You know—the angel you told us about?”
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “I did a spell to try and find her but I came up blank. It was almost like…”
“Like what?” Taylor asked.
“Like someone is hiding her somehow,” I said, frowning as I folded and unfolded Gram’s note. “Like there’s some kind of very strong magic shielding her from anyone who might be looking for her.”
“Maybe it was the protection spell you worked on her?” Addison suggested. “The one that sent her into this world in the first place?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This magic had a very distinctive signature to it. And, well…it was familiar too.”
“Familiar?” Addison’s eyebrows went up. “Where had you seen it or felt it or whatever it is you do, before?”
“Unfortunately it was back when I was working on that spelled trap that Taylor gave me—you know, the one that was found on Victor’s land?”
“The one that nearly bit his poor paw off!” Taylor said indignantly. “He’s still got a scar from that on his wrist. Are you telling me that the same magic that made that trap is what’s shielding Eryn right now?”