Free Desire Unchained by Larissa Ione

locked tight around him. She arched up, taking him to the root, moaning
    robustly. He’d forgotten how tuned she was to him in bed, always responding to his every desire
    with enthusiasm. Her curiosity had been limitless, and he’d enjoyed introducing her to various
    positions, toys, and acts.

    Reaching low, she dug her nails into one butt cheek, forcing him into a rhythm of her
    choosing. “ Harder ,” she growled. “ Until I scream, demon. ”

    Surprise rang through him; she’d never shown any kind of aggression during sex, had
    catered to his desires and needs, had been pliable and perfect.

    This was even better.

    He pounded into her, giving her what she wanted, making her whimper as they climbed
    higher. The scent of her arousal rose up, intoxicating him with lust. Making him so drunk that the
    room began to spin, and when she commanded him to “ Drink me ” and dragged a long nail across
    her clavicle and drew blood, he did, without thinking.

    She threaded her left fingers through his right ones, stretched their arms high above her
    head. Pain shot through him, lovely, delicious pain that radiated from his shoulder where she’d
    sunk her teeth. The dermoire that extended from his fingers to his neck began to glow with liquid heat, seeming to melt their limbs together.

    Hell’s rings, they were bonding. Oh, shit, it was happening and he couldn’t stop it, not
    when her blood flowed like wine down his throat and she drew his blood with strong, erotic
    pulls. Not when his orgasm was barreling down on him like a freight train and she was
    screaming and …

    He roared in his release as her climax milked him, her slick inner walls contracting
    around him and holding him prisoner.

    Prisoner …

    Blinded by the orgasm that went on and on, he couldn’t see straight, but something
    wasn’t right. The smells in the room were off, no longer chocolate and arousal, but mold and
    sewage. His knees weren’t sliding on satin. They were scraping on hard stone.

    “Runa,” he whispered, and she moaned, rousing herself with the same dreamy fogginess
    that affected him.

    “What happened?” She blinked up at him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the
    dermoire on his arm stop glowing. He felt her inside him, in his soul, his heart. They were
    bonded.

    And with growing horror he realized where they were.

    “You bastard.” Rage nearly boiled Runa’s blood as she glared up at Shade. “What did
    you do to me?” She shoved hard at his bare shoulders. “Get off me!”

    To his credit, he seemed as bewildered as she was. He scrambled off her, his movements
    jerky and awkward. But then, she wasn’t exactly moving with grace and finesse, either. Her
    limbs felt heavy, as though her veins ran thick with lead instead of blood.

    “Shit,” he breathed, kneeling beside her. “What happened?”

    “You don’t know?”

    “I know we just bonded. But I have no idea how we got to that point.”

    Bonded? She winced at a twinge of pain in her head. She must have been drugged. Her
    mind worked furiously. Nebulous images swirled through her head. The Keepers had brought
    them food and water. They’d eaten, and after that … her mind was a black hole. She vaguely
    remembered hearing Roag’s voice, but then she was in a hotel room with Shade, and they were
    making love …

    Bonding. The biting, the blood … some sort of mating ritual?

    A tingling shock of arousal washed over her, purged her of coherent thought. Oh, she
    remembered this, remembered how sex with Shade left her enjoying orgasms for long afterward.
    She bit back a moan, ashamed that under the circumstances, she could possibly find another
    release.

    As it swept over her, Shade drew her into his strong arms. “I love this part,” he murmured
    into her ear. “After I’ve taken you, and you come apart while I watch.”

    She arched against him, clinging to his broad shoulders, clinging to the exquisite ripples
    of pleasure she didn’t want to end.