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Where was her fear? Her dread?

She stepped forward, slow, breath shaky.

Her body didn’t scream in warning. It reached.

Every nerve hummed as her foot met the floor again. Her chest pulled tight with heat. Her skin prickled with want.

Still, he didn’t move.

“Come to me, little fleshling.”

Her knees buckled.

The voice settled inside her like gravity. Every muscle in her body tensed, then loosened in surrender. She sucked in abreath that didn’t fill her lungs. Her skin flushed down to her toes.

She stepped forward. Once. Then again.

His head slowly tilted as he watched her. Gaze pulling her in slowly. She didn’t fear him. She wanted to touch him. She wanted him to touch her. To know what it felt like to stand close to something that shouldn’t exist.

His hands moved to his waist and in one graceful move, he ripped off the inky black robe covering his lower half.

Her breath froze.

Her body froze.

Her eyes froze.

Right on the massive penis that levitated with its own pulse. It felt like a judgment, aimed right at her. A verdict.

And still, she didn’t fear.

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She came closer. Every part of her naked. Every inch of her exposing truth.

The first command still echoed in her blood. Kaos remained still, gaze devouring every inch. Every shift. The glow of her skin. The silk of her breasts. The heat and hunger that tightened her nipples.

She didn’t recognize him. But her need matched what she gave Kohl. That was all he required.

Kaos moved his eyes slowly over her, watching the data in real time—breath held too high in her chest… thighs drawn tight… pulse stammering under flushed skin… heat blooming across her collarbone in waves.

Her silence crept toward him as Lust circled low, sharpened by restraint. It studied the set of her mouth, the hesitation in her hips. The way she pressed her legs together like it might hold her intact.

Rage tracked deeper. Marking the vulnerable places. The pulse fluttering at her neck. The softness of her belly. The delicate moan trapped in her throat. His power didn’t want seduction. It wanted control.

Kaos stepped forward, shifting the pressure in the air. He spoke, pushing his voice through her, slow and low. “You wonder what I am.” He took another step, his wings stretching higher, wider behind him. “I am the shape your ache reaches for.” He wrapped his fingers around his cock with his next step. “The being that your fear never knew to hide from.”

Her gaze remained locked on his phallus, mouth parted with trembling breaths.

“You chase the source that longs to ruin you.”

Another step. Another stroke along his cock.

“You seek that which will utterly destroy you.”

Two more steps put her within his wing’s reach. They lowered, hovering inches around her naked body. “That which will complete you.”

He inhaled deep—her pure scent, tight, frightened, ready. “I am your ruin.” He swept a wing against her calves, and she collapsed onto it with a gasp.