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“You taste so fucking good. I’ve been craving your pussy like a damn fiend.” His tongue pushed into me, his lips sucking and lapping me up until my nails shredded through paint, my wails piercing the air, my hips rocking back into him, my orgasm burning at the base of my spine. “Croy-gen.”

He eased back, his body coming over mine.

“No,” I whined.

“I need to come inside you.” He nipped at my ear and rubbed his cock through me. “I told you. This pussy is completelymine.” He flipped me over onto my back. Taking my hands, he wrapped them around the windshield wipers. “Hold on.” He grabbed my thighs, pulling me half over the hood, his cock pushing at my entrance. He took a moment, his hungry gaze rolling over me, and an emotion I couldn’t decipher flickered through his dark eyes, his lips curling with a possessive need.

“You were always mine, weren’t you?” He gripped my neck firmly as he drove in, the angle hitting so deep my scream rattled off the brick.

I moved against him, hating he was able to cut to the truth so easily. I tried to pretend differently, but feeling him sink inside me, I couldn’t hide from the certainty. I had always been his. Waiting to grow up, waiting to become the best pirate, waiting to be able to challenge him in every way.

“Yes.” I stared boldly at him, my thighs squeezing him closer, matching his intensity with my own. “And you have been waiting for me.”

His jaw clenched, his thumb pushing harder on my throat, my pussy clenching on his cock. He sucked in. There was a moment when our eyes met, and then everything broke.

A growl rose from his chest. His free hand seized my hip, holding me down, then he lost all control.

His hips snapped so hard, fucking me so deep, I could no longer do anything but hold on. I yowled as he took me with punishing strokes, splitting me open. Then I pleaded for more, required his blood, needed him to shatter everything inside and out. I felt him consume me, tearing into my soul, demanding his right to it, and all I could do was retaliate, burrow in even deeper, demand even louder, consume even more.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuccckk!” Croygen roared, only thrusting into me harder, our sounds smacking loudly off the walls. His eyes were wild as they found mine.

He was all I heard, felt, and saw…mine.

The electricity we had been ignoring, that connection we pretended wasn’t there, locked around us as I felt myself fall over the edge, my back jackknifing as the orgasm hit me like a train, blinding me as light burst behind my lids. My pussy clamped around him, and I moaned with abandon.

Magic sang around us, cracking the air and vibrating the car under my back. The tension around us burst almost like a sonic bomb, tearing me from my body, feeling like I sunk into his.

“KAT!” he bellowed, plunging into me three more times, his hips bruising mine before I felt his hot cum blister through me, burning his mark deep into my bones. “Fuck!” He continued to fill me, to the point his cum gushed down my leg, my pussy orgasming again as it greedily milked more from him, not wanting him to ever stop fucking me, being inside me, filling me with his seed.

His mark settled into my body like a brand, a claim, making itself at home. And what terrified me was how familiar and natural it seemed.

He roared again before he slumped over me, his breath trailing down my neck, his forearms on either side of my head.

“Fuck,” he heaved, his dick still throbbing inside me, his eyes going back and forth between mine as our lungs gasped together. My body shook violently, understanding in one drunken decision, we crossed that line of no return. Changingeverything. It was even stronger than before, a connection sinking in with every breath, evoking confusion and terror.

We stayed like that for a while, unable to move or think.

“You’re purring again, Kitty.” His hoarse voice snapped me back into myself, pulling my attention to him. I took in his face. Every detail was sharp—his dark eyes, his sensual mouth, how his hair fell around him, tangled from my hands.

I sensed his bewilderment like it was my own. He had the same questions—and the clarity that in fucking, we might have completely fucked ourselves.

We weren’t ones to be held down or beholden to another, but we also knew whatever had just happened, there was no walking away.

“Katze—” His thumb stroked my cheek, his eyes searching mine in the same way.

No words found their way out. Nothing seemed like it could explain or understand any explanation—except one.

One I still didn’t want to utter, even to myself. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t accept it. My father’s ghost still clung to me, his memory. I proved I was an awful person, but that… that would make me reprehensible. Wholly unforgivable.

In the distance, the bell tolled the late hour, marking the time we had to be back at the pub, clanging us back to reality.

“Shit.” He pulled out of me, his cum streaming down my leg, causing us both to suck in sharply. The magic sparked so intently between us that I was incapable of finding my bearings. I already missed him, needing him inside me again.

Grabbing our clothes strewn around the lane, he stepped back to me, helping me sit up. He used his shirt, wiping his seed from my thighs, his burning gaze catching mine.

“Your shirt is ruined now.”

He shrugged, raising my arms and putting my bra and top back on. “Think I kind of like the shirtless jacket look.” His fingers glided down my ribs, tugging my shirt into place. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to see this body?”