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Tyler gasps, her hands flying up to cover herself. But I’m faster. I grab her wrists, my grip firm but not painful, and pull her arms away from her body. She’s exposed now, her skin glowing in the soft light streaming through the window. Her breasts rise and fall with each quick breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention. My eyes travel lower, to the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her stomach, and finally to the glistening wetness between her thighs.

“So…” she says, her voice shaking but with a note of something else—something that makes my blood run hot. “I guess I’m not allowed to wear clothes tonight?”

I smirk, my golden eyes narrowing as I lean in closer. “No,” I say, my tone rough. “You’re not.”

I push her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. Her body is warm against mine, her skin soft and smooth. I can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She’s scared, but there’s something else there too—something that makes my own pulse quicken.

I kiss her then, my lips claiming hers with a hunger that surprises even me. She moans into my mouth, her body arching against mine. Her hands twist in my grip, not to pull away but to hold on, to anchor herself as I take what I want. My tongue slips past her lips, exploring, tasting, claiming. She’s sweet, so sweet, and I can’t get enough.

When I finally pull back, she’s panting, her eyes wide and shining. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed. She looks up at me, her expression a mix of fear and desire, and I know I’ve got her. She’s mine, and she knows it too.

Her wrists are so small in my hand, delicate and warm against my scales. I pin them to the wall above her head, my grip firm but not enough to hurt her. She gasps, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath. I can smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and it drives me wild. My other hand fumbles with my fly, the fabric giving way as I free myself. She’s already wet, her body trembling with anticipation as I press against her.

“Lanz,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “What if?—”

I cut her off with a growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “No what ifs. Just me and you.”

I push into her slowly, savoring the way she tightens around me, the way her breath quickens in her throat. She’s so warm,so tight, and I can’t hold back. I thrust into her, hard and deep, my hips slamming against hers with a force that makes the wall shake. She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I can’t. My inner beast is loose, and I’m lost in the feel of her, the sound of her, the way she clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I know she’s close. So am I.

The sound of the front door opening cuts through the haze of pleasure. Tyler freezes, her eyes wide with panic.

“Cindy’s back,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I don’t stop. I can’t. I reach out with one long arm, slamming the bedroom door shut with a force that makes the walls tremble. My hand clamps over her mouth, muffling her moans as I thrust into her harder, faster. She’s trembling, her body on the edge, and I can feel her tightening around me, her climax building.

“Tyler, are you awake?” Cindy’s voice is tentative, unsure.

I press my forehead against Tyler’s, my golden eyes locking onto hers. “Don’t make a sound,” I whisper.

She nods, her eyes wide, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge. Her moans are muffled by my hand, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. I can feel her climax building, her body tightening around me, and I know she’s close. So am I.

“Tyler?” Cindy’s voice is closer now, just on the other side of the door.

Tyler’s body convulses, her scream muffled by my hand as she comes, her nails digging into my shoulders. I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my own climaxcrashing over me as I fill her, my body trembling with the force of it.

The sound of Cindy’s footsteps fades as she leaves, the apartment falling silent once more. I pull back, my hand slipping from Tyler’s mouth as I catch my breath. She’s trembling, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax, her eyes wide and shining.

“Lanz,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “That was…”

I smirk, my golden eyes narrowing as I lean in closer. “Mine, You’re mine.”

Her words strike something deep inside me, a primal chord I didn't know existed. The way she looks at me, so trusting, so willing - it awakens something both tender and fierce. I lean in to claim her lips again, to seal this moment with a kiss.

But then I see them. Small indentations around her mouth, red marks where my scales pressed too hard against her delicate skin. My blood runs cold.

"Did I hurt you?" The words come out sharp, urgent. Fear grips me - not of her answer, but of myself. Of what I am. Of what I could do to her without meaning to.

But Tyler... she surprises me. Her small hands wrap around my wrist, her grip surprisingly firm. Before I can pull away, she guides my hand back to her mouth, pressing my palm against her lips. Her eyes meet mine, bright and defiant and full of something that makes my heart stutter.

I feel her smile against my palm, her breath warm on my scales. The message is clear - she's not afraid. She wants this. Wants me. All of me.

The restaurant reservations, the carefully planned evening - none of it matters anymore. Not when she's here, looking at me like that, accepting every part of me without hesitation.

"I guess we're staying in," I murmur, my free hand already sliding down her back.