-Cora-
He’s given up. I can see it in his eyes as he nods in agreement, but he doesn’t think marking him again will work.
“I have to try,” I say softly.
“You know it won’t work,” he says, and I nod. “Then why bother?”
I cup his face in my hands. “Because what if it does?” I don’t expect it to work, but I’d hate myself if I didn’t try the most obvious thing.
I lean down and press my lips to his. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him and just surprised him with it because I can feel the desperation as he returns my kiss. His hands grasp my thighs like he’s holding on to a lifeline.
“Are you going to be ok if this doesn’t work?” he asks me.
I nod. “Are you?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I… I love you, Cora, but I need the bond.”
“I know,” I tell him, pushing his hair back. “We
