đŸ”„ Sinful Sunday: Bound by Pleasure, Forged by Fate đŸ”„

From the Soul Bound Saga by Mia Monroe
Some stories seduce you. Some devour you whole. And some
 some whisper your name under moonlight while their hands worship every inch of your body.
Welcome to Bound by Moonlight, where the Queen has claws, the Alpha has fangs, and fate tastes like sweat, magic, and surrender.
But before the claiming
 before the forest trembled beneath their cries
 there was only the bond. A pulse. A pull. A promise.
Emma didn’t ask to be chosen. Jake didn’t ask to burn for her. But when a soul recognizes its match, the universe bows—and the body follows.
This week’s Sinful Sunday is dedicated to that moment. The one where everything changed.
đŸ–€ He didn’t kiss her like a man in love. He kissed her like a god reclaiming his worship. Each touch was command and worship at once—an Alpha driven by need, not just for her body, but her power. Her truth. Her soul.
He had waited. Held back. Honored the bond. But tonight? Tonight, restraint was not invited.
He tore through her doubt. Sank into her with the kind of hunger that rewrites stars. And Emma? She didn’t beg. She rose.
Wrapped in moonlight and soaked in sweat, she gave him everything— Her body. Her magic. Her moan.
And he gave her everything back. The beast. The man. The mate.
Because when you’re bound by something ancient, something sacred, something that was written in blood and sealed with orgasmic devotion— You don’t just make love. You mark your destiny.
✹ Bound by Moonlight is the sequel to Soul Bound, the novella that started it all. If you haven’t devoured Jake and Emma’s origin story yet—now’s the time to sin. Because this bond? It only gets hotter from here. And trust me
 you’ll want to feel every delicious second of it.
👉 Grab my Soul Bound today and meet the Queen who was never meant to kneel—and the Alpha who made her crave it.
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Her magic pulsed through her thighs, into her core, guiding the rhythm, dragging out every gasp he gave her like a reward. He was hers now—bound by more than power, tethered by hunger. Every thrust, every moan, was a surrender to something deeper. And Raven? She was done holding back. “Say it,” she whispered against his mouth. “Say you’re mine.”