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“The magic responds to you,” I breathe in wonder.

“Everything responds to you,” he corrects, positioning himself between my thighs with reverent care. “The forest, the elements, me—especially me.”

His massive hands span my waist, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts with reverent precision. The size contrast makes me feel delicate and cherished despite the power flowing beneath my skin.

When his mouth closes around my nipple, the sensation fractures through nerve endings that didn’t exist yesterday. I arch off the forest floor, my magic responding by spiraling thorns across the moss in intricate patterns.

“Please,” I gasp, beyond shame now.

“Please what?” His amber eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire and something deeper. “Tell me what you need.”

“Touch me. Really touch me. Make me forget everything but you.”

“I want to taste you, little wildfire,” he growls, voice rough with barely leashed control. “I want to put my mouth on you and make you scream my name so loud the whole forest knows who you belong to.”

Fire climbs up my throat at his words, but I spread my thighs without hesitation. “Yes. God, yes.”

He spreads my thighs with gentle reverence, amber eyes drinking in the sight of me completely open and vulnerable beneath him. “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

When his mouth finally makes contact, I nearly come off the forest floor. His tongue licks through my folds with devastating skill, building pressure until I’m sobbing his name.

“That’s it,” he growls against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. “Let the whole forest hear.”

His massive hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he devours me with single-minded focus. Each stroke of his tongue sends wildfire racing through my veins, building toward something that feels bigger than just physical release.

When he slides two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, the combination destroys what’s left of my control. The orgasm hits like wildfire, pleasure so intense my magic explodes outward in spirals of blue-green light while moss beneath us glows soft green in response.

But he doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me, working me through the aftershocks while building toward something even more devastating.

“Too much,” I gasp, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Not nearly enough.” His grip tightens, amber eyes blazing with possession as he lifts his head just enough to speak. “I told you I was going to make you scream. We’re just getting started.”

When the second orgasm crashes over me, I feel something fundamental shift in my chest—like chains breaking, like power finally recognizing its true form. Magic erupts from my skin in waves, thorns and flame twining together in patterns that rewrite reality around us.

“Perfect,” he breathes, rising over me. “You’re so fucking perfect when you let go.”

I reach for him, desperate to touch his skin, to feel the warmth and strength of him. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Look at me,” he commands, positioning himself at my entrance. I can feel how massive he is—pressing against my slick opening. “I want to see your eyes when I claim you completely.”

He pushes into me slowly despite his obvious desperation, his thick length stretching me in ways that blur the line between pleasure and pain. The sensation of being filled by his impressive size makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck,” he groans when he’s buried deep inside me. “You feel incredible. So tight around me.”

“Move,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please.”

He pulls out slowly, then drives back into me with controlled power that makes me cry out. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my system, hitting spots inside me that make rational thought impossible.

“Mine,” he growls with each stroke, amber eyes holding mine. “You belong to me.”

“Yours,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m yours.”

The claiming bite he gives my throat as he moves inside me sends me spiraling toward another edge. When I come around him, my body clenching him like a vice, he roars my name with enough force to shake leaves from the trees.

But we’re far from finished.

“Turn over,” he commands, pulling out of me despite my whimper of protest. “I want to take you like the wild thing you are.”