BOUND: Mates at War | 18+

8 Too Vivid

I move slowly through the trees, gathering small rocks and sturdy twigs whenever I find them.

I need to make arrows.

I found my bow, the string is broken but I can repair it. I move quietly toward an abandoned lookout post. The wood is broken and it looks like it should have collapsed years ago but it will keep me off the ground.

When I reach the base of the tower I climb up one of the legs, avoiding the broken ladder.

I nestle my depleted body into a corner and spread the rocks and sticks out in front of me. I should be able to make at least seven arrows.

I pull my knife out and start to run it against the sticks to create smooth rods.

My hand hurts and my eyelids feel like lead as I try to strip them all before the sun sets. I can't light a fire so I won't be able to work again until morning.

His large hand is on my throat, softly running his thumb over my jaw, electric surges roll over my skin.

I want him to rip my clothes off but he seems perfectly content to move at a slow, torturous pace. His soft, panting breaths fan over my cheeks and neck,

I feel like my insides have melted, like I'm a puddle at his feet. How is he so controlled? I feel ragged and desperate but he moves slow, soft, his kisses aren't extinguishing the fire in me, at all

"Roman ," I groan against his lips before pushing my tongue into his mouth, trying to get a response from him.

I run my hand down his hard chest and push my palm down against his very ready erection.

He groans into my mouth, "slow down, Solana."

He pulls himself up, leaving my body aching for his touch. I almost whine until I realize he's ripping at my clothes. Each article is thrown to the floor and he starts running his hands over my stomach before taking rough, greedy handfuls of my exposed breasts.

I let out an impatient sigh when he sits back, pulling me onto his lap.

He chuckles darkly before bringing his mouth to mine. This kiss is still slow but it's not tender, this is his hungry mouth, feverishly exploring mine.

"What do you want, Solana ?" His raspy voice makes my body tingle.

"You, Roman , I want you..."

"To kiss you?" His voice is full of amusement at my desperation.

"To fuck me, please," I try to grind down against him but he holds my hips.

"Patience, mate."

I almost pout until I feel his thumb slowly working its way against my needy, wet core. As soon as his finger grazes across my soft flesh we both moan.

His mouth moves faster against mine as his long fingers gently pull through my folds.

"I knew it...fuck...I knew you'd be soaked," he whispers like he's talking to himself.

He pushes one of his long fingers into my aching core while his thumb traces slow circles against my clit.

I feel immediate relief at his touch but it's not enough, I need more of him, all of him.

"R-Roman, please," I don't even recognize the frantic voice that leaves my mouth.

He starts to work his fingers faster. I feel him everywhere, on my skin, in my blood, in the air that I'm breathing. His heart is beating wildly against his hard chest, perfectly in sync with mine.

He presses hot kisses down my neck and across my chest causes goosebumps to raise all over my skin. Feeling him so close to me, hot skin and hard muscles, it's more than I expected it to be.

He works his fingers faster and my body starts to spasm.

He bites into my neck and I scream.

I jolt awake causing the knife in my hands to clatter to the floor loudly.

What the fuck?

I grab the knife, gripping it tightly while I listen for any sounds in the darkness and try to calm my frantic breathing. Fear and panic grip me as I sit, frozen, waiting for a beast to come.

After several minutes I feel steady enough to unlock my body from it's rigid position and sit back against the rotting wooden walls of the tower.

A deep red blush takes over my face. What was that? I don't want to have sex with him, do I? I'm filled with embarrassment, anger and confusion. The dream was so vivid, too vivid, I can almost smell him on my skin.

I start pressing my flint rock against the small stones, sharpening and shaping arrowheads. My anger fuels my work, pushing me through the pain in my hands.

Like unrelenting torture, his eyes swirl through my mind while I furiously scrape rocks together.

My kind don't have lovemates anymore, no one finds them. Why do I still have one? The bond is supposed to be sacred, a fated union, the will of the universe itself.

Roman and I share a soul, torn in two and placed in separate bodies. He is supposed to complete me and I him.

How can the key to my happiness be the very thing that torments me, that hunts me?

Everything about him draws me in, he's been designed to. I can't resist him even though I don't want him.

I feel deep seeded betrayal, like the earth that I have tenderly loved and cared for has turned its back on me.

He is my greatest enemy and the love of my life wrapped into one.

I don't realize I'm crying until tears splash against my hands. Will I have the strength to kill him? I know what will happen if one of us succeeds in eliminating the other. We will be doomed to a life of heartache and longing, a constant, unshakable gnawing that will only cease in death.

Killing him will be killing a piece of myself and vice versa. The thought of either of us existing under that weight hurts into my soul.

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