Chapter 128 : Mark Me... Again

*Lena*

“I am coming back," he said, his voice a whisper.

I swallowed, nodding my head and looking down at the ground.

“Lena."

“Yeah?" I looked up at him, unable to stop the tears from welling in my eyes. One tear spilled over and trailed down my cheek.

Xander stepped toward me, then knelt before me. He reached up and used his thumb to wipe the tear from my cheek. “This isn't forever. I'll come back for you."

“We've said that to each other so many times–"

“And this is the last time, I promise." He took my hands in his, knitting his fingers around mine. “I promise."

“What–"

“I don't know what we're going to do, or where we're going to live. But I need to return to Egoren to find that out. It's going to be okay. We made it through this. We can make it through anything."

He rose on his knees and wrapped his arms around me. I knew it hurt him to do so; I could feel the way his muscles strained and then trembled around me.

“Xander," I said into his shoulder. I could feel the welts beneath his shirt as I ran my hands down his back. “You're hurting–"

“I'm fine," he replied, one of his hands running up the length of my back and into my hair, which was tousled from sleep. He pulled my head back so I was looking into his eyes. They darkened, a flash of need passing behind them that set a fire burning through my stomach.

He kissed me gently at first, his lips brushing against mine.

“I can give you my blood," I whispered against his lips.

“I need a lot more of you than that," he growled, and I felt my body go limp in his arms. His tongue parted my lips, tangling with mine as his grip on my body strengthened. He pulled me into him, almost pulling me off of the cot in the process.

Primal desire took over. I couldn't remember the last time we were truly alone together. He had me out of my clothes before I could blink, and then he rose to his full height to shed his own.

But my breath caught painfully in my throat as my eye focused on a jagged scar that stretched across his shoulder.

His mark was… gone.

reaching up to touch the barely healed wound, but he

“It doesn't matter–"

the tears rolling down my cheeks again. Oh, Goddess… my heart was shattering in my chest as I took in the scars that roped around his chest, his arms, and his neck. He'd been ripped apart. My hands trembled as I

would be there

over his skin. “I want you to. I need you to

again, not after what–what they did

hurt me," he said, dropping to

not when you're

he gathered my hair in his hand at the nape of my neck and pulled so

he rasped. “I want

me, clouding my judgment. I didn't want

to care that it was likely splintering beneath us. He ran his hands down the curve of my hips and thighs, cupping my

body was burning with heat, and my core was begging to be touched. I rocked my hips against his, a barely audible plea escaping my lips in a

down my neck and across my

one of my n*****s. I sucked in my breath and arched my back, crying out as the sensation of his

whispered

name and bit my lower lip

against my cheek as

a blur of conflicting

teasing me in all the right places. He knitted that

clear and let my body take control. But my heart was hammering so rapidly in

again, and it was probably

closer so more of his weight was sheltering me. More of

rasped, panting as he met my

mind-numbing climax that took my breath away, and I shuttered beneath

eyes and moaned low in his throat.

tear rolled down my cheek as I kissed his shoulder, my lips brushing against his skin,

***

of the mark I'd left on Xander's shoulder before he pulled a sweater over his head. Moonlight drifted through the small holes in the roof of the tent, illuminating the red half-moon mark that looked nearly identical to the first mark

cot, smiling softly at me. I

and that itself was a small comfort. I could hear the sound of warriors waking up all around us even though the sky was still dark. Xander checked his watch, and sighed, his eyes settling on

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