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Chapter 6 - Chapter 6- Marked By the Moon

The sea had calmed, but Rhiannan hadn't. She sighed with exasperation. This bond was something else. It was constant, pushing her towards Arwen like they were some kind of weird magical magnets.

Her body still buzzed from battle, from magic, from the delicious chaos of it all. She should have been scared, confused, overwhelmed. But instead?

She was burning.

With adrenaline. With power. With fucking lust. She stared at Arwen, making sure he was unharmed.

Arwen stalked toward her across the deck, shirtless now, blood from the krakken still smeared across his abs and arms like war paint. His single black eye locked on her like she was prey, and goddess help her, she wanted to be caught.

"You're staring," she murmured.

He stopped inches away. "You're glowing."

"So are you."

"Must be the bond."

"Or maybe I just want you to fuck me until I forget my own name."

His growl rumbled low in his chest. "Say it again."

"I want you to fuck me, Arwen. Rough. Hard. Until you are seared into my soul."

That was all it took.

He crushed his mouth to hers, hands gripping her ass, lifting her like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth as he carried her below deck without ever breaking the kiss.

They didn't make it to the bed.

He slammed her against the wall of his quarters, one hand braced beside her head, the other yanking down the straps of her shredded dress.

Her small delectable breasts spilled free and his mouth was there, licking, sucking, biting gently until she was panting, back arching, nails raking down his chest. Her nipples, tiny and round, hardened like glass as she moaned lustily.

"You're so fucking perfect," he groaned, grinding his hips against hers. She felt the hard line of him, straining against his pants, and it made her moan like a sinner in church. His cock was bigger than any she has ever seen. Would it even fit? She thought for a second.

"Then stop talking and fuck me already." She snapped greedily.

His eye flared....magic and hunger and something dark and possessive.

He stripped her fast, rough and eager. She did the same, tossing his belt and pants across the room. His cock was thick, veined, huge, and already leaking as he lined up at her slick entrance.

"No prep?" he asked, voice tight. "You're that ready for me?"

"I'm wet enough to drown you, pirate. Do it."

And gods, he did.

He slammed into her in one powerful thrust, making her cry out as he filled her completely. Stretching her, claiming her. She'd never felt so fucking full.

They both paused, panting.

Then he moved....hard, fast, unrelenting. Every thrust sent her body into spasms of pleasure. She clung to him, legs locked tight, head tossed back as he pounded into her like he was trying to fuck her into another realm.

"You feel like heaven," he groaned. "Tight little goddess cunt made just for me."

She cried out as his words triggered something inside her, a desperate need, raw and overwhelming.

"I'm so close," she gasped. "Don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping until you scream my name so loud the gods hear it."

He dropped one hand between them, fingers circling her clit while he fucked her deeper. Her orgasm slammed into her like a tsunami, her body shaking, vision white hot, her entire being unraveling.

"Arwen!" she screamed.

And that's when the bond exploded.

Silver stars burst into life across her neck, glowing with divine energy. Beneath the central star, a black panther curled into place under a crescent moon.

Arwen roared as his own stars blazed to life. His orgasm ripped through him, hips jerking as he spilled into her, groaning her name like a prayer.

Magic surged between them, power fusing their souls together. The bond was complete.

They collapsed to the floor, still tangled, still trembling.

For a moment, neither spoke. Just the sound of breath. Of heartbeats. Of two fates now sealed.

Then Rhiannan broke the silence.

"Well," she muttered, "that was... aggressively effective."

Arwen chuckled, brushing her hair off her face. "You okay?"

She smirked. "I can't feel my legs. So yeah. That's a win."

He kissed her gently this time. Reverent.

"You're mine now."

She cupped his face, still panting. "And you're lucky I like being claimed. Now help me up before I pass out and someone walks in here and gets traumatized."

He laughed and carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing, laying her down gently.

As she drifted off in his arms, stars still pulsing on their skin, one thought settled in her soul....

She had a mate. She belonged. This feeling was new, and even without memories she felt like she had never felt this good in her entire life. She may not know what was next, but as long as she had Arwen....she was loved. She sighed sleepily, burying her face into his chest as he slept beside her, drifting off into peaceful sleep.

And the fire in her? It was just getting started.

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