Chapter 0339

His mouth works magic between my thighs, sending electric shocks through my body. The bond between us pulses with raw emotion, amplifying every sensation. My climax hits me like a storm—sudden, violent, and utterly consuming. My fingers dig into his shoulder, desperate for an anchor as he doesn’t let up.

His hand slips between my legs, two fingers sliding inside me. His tongue slows, matching the deliberate rhythm of his fingers. I whimper, my body trembling as he curls them just right, hitting that sweet spot. When he sucks hard on my clit, my knees buckle.

I scream his name as another orgasm tears through me. His answering growl sends another wave of pleasure crashing over me. My muscles clench around his fingers, my body shuddering uncontrollably.

He pulls his fingers free, gripping my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly. His mouth stays locked on me, relentless, even as he carries me to the bed. The moment my back hits the sheets, his fingers are inside me again, driving me toward another peak.

This time, he doesn’t slow down. His fingers thrust faster, his tongue circling my clit until I’m gasping, writhing, then shattering all over again.

He finally lifts his head, his voice rough with satisfaction. "I love hearing you scream my name, Isolde."

The sound alone makes me clench around nothing.

He drags us up the bed, his body covering mine. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer as his mouth claims mine. I taste myself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making my pulse race.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. His hand moves between us, gripping his length and pressing it against my entrance. "Ready?"

I nod.

He thrusts deep in one smooth motion. The stretch burns, stealing my breath. He kisses me, giving me time to adjust, his body still as I acclimate to him. The pain fades, replaced by a deep, aching need.

He reads me perfectly. He starts slow, but as my hips lift to meet him, his pace quickens. He hooks my leg over his arm, changing the angle, driving deeper.

My nails rake down his back. "Victor." I don’t know if it’s a plea or a demand—only that I need more.

He gives it to me. His thrusts turn punishing, obliterating the line between us. My climax hits me like lightning, my vision whiting out.

"I love you, Isolde."

His fangs sink into my neck, marking me as his. I scream his name, my own fangs piercing his skin in return. His roar of pleasure vibrates through me as he spills inside me, our bond sealing completely.

We don’t pull away until the last waves of pleasure fade. Then, slowly, we withdraw our fangs, licking the marks closed.

I cradle his face in my hands. "I love you too, Victor."

And the bond is complete.