Sewn & Scarred (The Fated Creations Trilogy #3)

Chapter Fifty-FiveMaddox

Chapter Fifty-Five

Maddox

M y head hit the makeshift pillow of Evaline’s dress and my arms encircled her body, pulling her close as our lips connected.

I groaned against the feel of her hands tangled in my hair, of her tongue sliding along mine, and of her naked body spread out on top of me but the moment we landed, she was already moving.

I opened my mouth to argue, to beg her to come back as she crawled down my body, planting kisses down my neck and chest and abdomen, but then I remembered that I’d just begged her for the same right.

Now I understood the desperation that had laced her voice.

Her lips were quick and soft down my skin, and my muscles tensed and eased as she brushed them.

I looked down to see Evaline kneeling between my spread legs, hands tearing over the fastener of my pants and her wicked smile on me.

I couldn’t help the laugh that sounded from my lips, but it spun into a groan as she undid the pants, pulled me out, and without hesitating even a moment to allow me to prepare, slipped her lips over me.

“Fuck,” I gasped as my head slammed back down and for a moment I was grateful for the skirt that cushioned my fall.

Even if there had been pain, I’m not sure I would’ve even noticed it. The feel of her mouth around me, of her hand sliding up and down to meet her lips, was so intoxicating and blinding that for a moment I thought I lost my ability to sense anything but exactly what she was doing.

My hands reached out to grasp at something—anything. I wrapped one in her skirts that rested at my side, one down into her hair, but only to slide into it. I was careful not to tug, because she hated that.

“Evaline,” I gasped out and felt her hum of approval around me, which sent a shiver soaring up my spine so hard that I nearly came apart right then. But the night was so young and we’d only just begun and I knew that if I let her continue then I wouldn’t get to do half of what I wanted to.

I let my fingers drop to her jaw, and gently, I tugged her up toward me.

There was a question in her eyes but it dissolved quickly when I pulled her mouth to mine and slipped my tongue inside. She let out a squeal when I flipped the two of us so that she laid in the mess of her skirts, but I was already sitting up and shoving my pants over my hips, kicking them off completely.

She leaned up and planted her hands behind her, watching me as I undressed. I kept my gaze fixed on her, watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The shine of want in her eyes as I moved. When I was naked and reached for her, for a moment there was only a smile and a laugh from her lips before my hands planted on her hips and I spun her to face away from me.

Evaline gasped at the move but once turned, my mouth was quick to move to her neck, to her shoulder, and I grasped for her breasts, for her nipples. Evaline stood on her knees and threw her head back against my shoulder, raising her hands to tangle into my hair, to hold me closer, but when my fangs brushed along her skin she went stock still and breathless.

I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“Feed,” she begged, and fuck I wanted to.

I would .

But before I fed, I wanted to be inside of her.

My hand moved to rest against her back, and I pressed down gently. Anticipation quickened her breaths and I could see it in the way she looked back at me as she braced her hands against the floor beneath us and arched her back, exposing everything for me.

“Godsdamn,” I croaked as I straightened behind her, using one hand to line myself up at her entrance.

“No,” she chastised softly. “You said no Gods tonight, you said the only name I needed to remember was yours, so the only one you need to remember is mine.”

I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t sliding into her, if my jaw wasn’t going slack at the feel of her, and her back wasn’t arching and her lips weren’t parting for her own moans.

“Evaline,” I moaned as I sank all the way in, to show her that I understood her correction, that I would say her name and only her name every single day for the rest of my life if it was what she wanted.

Her hands fisted in the skirts below her, around her, and my hands tightened on her hips as I started to thrust inside of her.

Everything about her felt perfect against every part of me, and the memory that I’d almost lost it, hit me full force again. The memory of watching her bleed out in front of Vasier, of watching him try to shove her mother’s soul into her body as he aimed to rid the world of Evaline, forever.

The hatred for him, the gratitude for the Gods for helping us save her, the love for her all stormed up through my chest and I reached forward to curl my arm around her abdomen, to pull her up so that she knelt on the rug in front of me, as I moved inside of her.

She stretched behind me to grab onto my thigh, and one hand laced her fingers between mine where my hand gripped her body close to me.

Quickly I moved the hair from her neck, felt her tighten in excitement around me, and lowered my fangs until they were sinking into her neck.

Both of us groaned and cursed and jolted against the other.

Her blood, sweet but bitter, coursed down my throat and I was unsure how I survived so long without tasting it directly from her skin, especially with my cock buried inside of her.

My hips moved against hers, my hand grasped at her torso desperately, and my mouth remained locked on her neck while I fed and thanked the Gods for every moment I’d ever spent in her presence.

She shook against me, and I could hear the moans that dripped from her mouth so quickly and so fiercely it sounded as though she was crying from pleasure, and I couldn’t remember a time in my life more perfect than this.

I’d missed her so much.

And missing someone like that, after fearing you’d never see them again, changed the way they existed around you.

No longer was she Evaline, my mate. She was Evaline, my world. It began and ended with her. Each breath I took and each beat of my heart. They only continued in response to hers , and I’d never forget that until the day that I died.

After only a few more thrusts she was screaming and gasping and throwing her head back as she climaxed for the second time.

I pulled my fangs from her neck, slid my tongue out to flick over it so that it healed, and pulled out of her which left her trembling in front of me.

I sat back on my knees and turned her to face me as I pulled her onto my lap.

Her eyes were dazed as she settled onto me, and my heart stuttered at the sight of her, inebriated from the bliss.

It was hard not to feel overcome with pride.

She lowered her lips to mine and I locked my arms around her and held her tight to my chest, but it was only a moment before she was reaching for me, and helping me to slide back into her.

I couldn’t help the breath of relief that emitted from me, I’d almost been worried she wouldn’t want to continue after the ferocity of her last orgasm.

But this time we moved slow and steady against one another, and when her hands found my face, tilted it toward her until our eyes met, I knew what she wanted.

“Still gray, still me,” I promised. I hid the fact that my greatest fear was that he’d come back, and hurt her.

Evaline’s gaze pulled up with her smile, and she could only nod in response as I moved her up and down over me. Her hands grasped at my face, at my hair, and I dropped my lips to her breasts.

I hadn’t wanted this night to end too early because so much time had passed, so much worry, so much hurt. I wanted us to always remember this moment, this night, for the rest of our lives. To remember the reunion we had, after so many events that made coming back together feel impossible. So that, inevitably, when we faced Vasier in battle, we remembered that we’d done impossible things before. That we’d been ripped apart but fought to come back together. That we would always fight for each other, from either side of the veil.

And the thought pulled me closer to my undoing, until I was lifting my head to kiss her lips, to whisper against them.

“Until the end of my days.”

I could feel her smile, though my eyes were closed, and felt her nod against me.

“And in the Night that follows,” she whispered back.

And hearing that reciprocation, hearing that promise made back, I fell apart. And at the shuddering of my body, at the way my grip around her tightened, she did too.