Fear.
We both felt those things as we came together, becoming one. Disco had opened the mark between us, allowing us to share our emotions, so there was no barrier, no secrets. In that moment I understood the magnitude of his regret for what he’d done. It wasn’t as simple as being angry at me or Paine. Yes, he’d been jealous. But he’d also been furious.
With himself.
If he’d cared for me as he should have—if he’d never let me leave the morning I’d made a bargain to sever his debt to a demon—none of the horrible things I’d faced would have transpired. He felt responsible. As my lover, it was his place to protect me. He’d failed. And knowing that chipped away at him.
As he filled me completely, stretching me to take his cock until I could feel him nudge the softness of my womb, I knew I’d finally found the place I was meant to be.
“I was a fool consumed by jealousy.” Disco didn’t move, keeping us locked together, as close as a man and a woman could be. “What I did was wrong. I’ve agonized over it. Every single night I wished I could take it back and do things differently. Forgive me for taking things too far.”
I brought my hands up and cupped his face. “I already have.”
And I had. Holding on to my fury, devastation, and betrayal held no place for either of us. Loving him meant I had to take a risk, to jump into a freefall and trust he’d be waiting with open arms to catch me.
He kissed me, his lips tender against mine, and started to move. I welcomed him body and soul, losing myself in the moment, caught in a breathtaking maelstrom of desire and love. There was no room for anyone else, no place for what the future held. It was just the two of us, together again, a rightness and completion that could only be found in each other.
We moved in harmony, our hips meeting as he brought us together, withdrew, and returned. His skin was cool, easing the flush that spread through me. I moaned into his mouth, trembling as he increased the tempo. He slid in and out of my body, using slow and steady strokes, the width of his cock rubbing all the right places inside me. Flesh met flesh, his shaft spearing into me harder and faster. The warmth in my belly spread, building in intensity.
“Forever mine,” Disco breathed and dipped his head to nuzzle my neck. “I’ll never let you go.”
“Yes,” I murmured, held onto his shoulders, and dragged my nails along his back. The mark flared between us, our emotions becoming one. I belonged to him, just as he belonged to me. The tragedies that tore us apart only strengthened our bond, the love we felt for each other.
He angled his body so that he rubbed my clit with each thrust, and I bucked my hips when a climax swept through me. My muscles flexed, going tight, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt weightless and free, floating in sexual ecstasy. My sex clasped and released his cock, urging him to succumb to pleasure with me so we could enjoy the moment together.
A swift plunge into my body, and I felt the chilled wetness where we were joined, his length jerking as he climaxed. He groaned as he came but didn’t stop moving, plunging into me as if he was branding me forever, so I would never forget who he was and what he meant to me. When he stilled, he remained buried inside me and blanketed my body with his. Our soft exhales merged, the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. I lifted a hand and slid my fingers through his hair, combing through the silken strands.
“No matter what happens, they can’t take this from us,” I said, knowing through our bond that he was terrified of what was to come. Not for himself, but for me. Despite the fact we had made our peace, the unknown lingered beyond our sight, something we could perceive but not predict.
Disco rose on his elbows and gazed down. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”