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A trembling exhale leaves my lungs. No clarity—only fear, desire, and something far more dangerous: hope. My claws trace her thighs, careful not to prick her skin. She shivers, a stifled cry escaping as I drag my fingers higher.

“Korrin—” Her voice fractures when my thumb brushes the damp fabric between her legs.

“Tell me to stop,” I growl, though my body screams to take.

Her hips jerk. “I don't think I will.”

Clothes vanish in frantic tugs, her tunic ripped at the seam, mine falling to the stone floor. The firelight paints her bare skin in gold, highlighting every bruise, every scar. She’s so small beneath me, all soft curves and trembling breaths. My cock aches, already hard, straining against her thigh.

Elyria’s fingers skim the ridges of my scars, hesitating over the brand on my forearm. “Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as wanting you does.” She makes me ache, it’s a sweet torture that has no end.

A gasp as I pin her wrists, my mouth sealing over hers. She arches, her pussy grinding against me in a silent plea. I groan, dragging my teeth down her neck. “You feel that?” I thrust against her, letting her feel the length of me. “This is what you do to me.”

Her nails rake my back. “Then stop teasing.”

Lightning splits the sky, casting her face in sharp relief—eyes wide, lips parted. I hook a hand under her knee, spreading her wider. My cock nudges her entrance, and her breath hitches.

“Look at me,” I demand. “Look at where your cunt meets my pussy.”

She does, her eyes widerning a fraction, just as I push inside. Her back bows, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. “Fuck—you’re big.” My cock enters her, fortunately, it’s not all stone. It leaks pre-cum, making it soft and hard at the same time.

I freeze, sweat dripping down my temples. “Hurts?”

She shakes her head, but her walls flutter tight around me. “Just… I’m very wet for you. You’re just big but it feels so good. Move. Slow and hard.”

I obey, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in. Her moan is a broken thing, her hips lifting to meet me. “Again,” she whimpers.

I do, again and again, each thrust deeper, harder. Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging into the scars on my back. “Gods, Elyria—” My control splinters as her pussy clenches around me, wet and scorching.

“More,” she demands, nails biting into my shoulders.

I snarl, flipping her onto her knees. Her gasp is swallowed by the thunder as I yank her hips back, plunging into her from behind. She chokes my name, fingers scrambling against the bedding.

“You receive me so well,” I grind out, one hand fisting her hair. “As if you were created for me.”

“Korrin—ah!” Her cry pitches higher when my thumb finds her clit, circling roughly.

“Come for me,” I order, slamming into her. “Let me feel it.”

Her body obeys, shuddering as she falls apart. The way her pussy milks my cock wrings a guttural groan from me. I chase my own release, fucking her through her climax until my spine locks, pleasure detonating like a blade to the gut.

“Elyria—” I say her name repeatedly like a promise of heaven as I come inside her.

For a heartbeat, the world stills. Only our ragged breaths and the crackling fire exist. Then she collapses beneath me, and I barely catch myself before crushing her.

I pull out gently, but she winces. “Sore?” I murmur.

She huffs a weak laugh. “You’re… a lot.”

A chuckle rumbles in my chest, but it dies when I see the tears streaking her cheeks. I brush one away with my thumb. “Regrets?”

She turns her face into my palm. “Ask me tomorrow.”

The chain of her collar gleams between us, cold against my skin. I should leave. Should let her rest. But when I shift to rise, her hand fists in my hair.

“Stay,” she whispers.