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mating was forced."
    "What happens if a mated enchantress is abducted?"
    "It depends," Skye said. "If the person who abducted her tries to mate with her it would kill her. If he didn't touch her then she'd live for a while until she grew weak and died." She brushed her hands over his arms. "You don’t have to worry though because only the enchantress dies. Her mate doesn't."
    "You said enchantresses lived and died with their warrior," Soren reminded her.
    "If he dies then she dies because she needs him to sustain her."
    Soren tipped her back and stared into her eyes. "You will not die. Ever. I demand this."
    "Soren—."
    "You will never be taken from me but if you are you will know—I care about you and you will survive until I come for you."
    Skye stroked her hand over his cheek. "Soren."
    "Say this. Say you will survive." He knew he was being unreasonable but just the thought of her death sent him into a blind panic and he felt the urgent need to mark her as his. Without thinking he grabbed one of her hands, held it tight and reached for the band on his arm. He squeezed it and it slid down his arm and onto hers then after a moment it split into two bands. He slid the wider one back onto his arm then put the second band on her other arm. "I claim you and wherever you go my bands will remind you that you belong to me. Now, promise me."
    Skye touched the bands on her arms then placed her hand on his chest. "How'd you know the bands would split apart like that?"
    "I don't know. It just felt right to do it."
    Skye leaned forward, kissed him and sent him a flirty grin as she ran her finger down his chest, circled his navel with a fingertip and traced a path down to his cock. "Your memory is coming back. Let's celebrate."
    Soren caught her hand and placed it on his shoulder. "Don't think you're getting out of promising me to survive. Now, say it."
    Skye narrowed her eyes. "You can't make me."
    Soren grinned then flipped her over his lap, pushed her cloak out of the way and swatted her bottom three times. "Promise me."
    Skye wiggled then said, "Make me."
    Soren chuckled, pulled her pants down and swatted her bare butt five more times. "Say it."
    She shook her head and wiggled her bottom again then gasped when he swatted her several more times then slid his hand between her legs and pressed two fingers into her. He pumped them in and out then rubbed his thumb over her clit.
    "Oh, Soren." Her voice was soft and breathy. She wiggled again.
    He withdrew his fingers, swatted her three times then pushed three fingers into her, stretching her as he strummed her clit with his thumb. "Say it and I'll let you come."
    "I promise that I will try to survive until you find me."
    He scowled and lifted her until they were eye to eye before he linked his mind with hers. "You will not try…you will do it. Now say it."
    She nodded. "I promise I will survive until you come for me," she thought, then added, "Can I come now?"
    Soren laughed, pushed her pants down until they were twisted around her ankles then grasped her waist and lifted her above him until her knees rested on either side of his shoulders. He grinned up at her then licked her pussy.
    Skye screeched with surprise. "What are you doing?"
    "Having a snack." Soren licked her again then swirled his tongue around her clit. "Place your hands on the back of the chair and leave them there."
    She complied and moaned with pleasure when his tongue slid between the lips of her pussy and into her. "Oh, Soren."
    "Get rid of our pants."
    She did and he lowered her until the head of his cock brushed against her pussy. He held her there for a moment then slowly lowered her, entering her inch by inch until he was all the way inside her. She pressed down onto him, wiggled and moaned again.
    "Tor, I know what you're feeling." He read her thoughts and knew she was nearly frantic to come. He lifted and lowered her while her arousal and excitement grew, ramping up his own until his need to come matched hers.