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He lifted her before him. His human delicacy. With his other wing, he expanded her throne. “I am your restoration.”

Her eyes locked onto his and he drew her deep into himself, their heat colliding in the space between them. “You ache to be understood…”

He lowered his gaze to her parted lips. The line of her throat.

“To be devoured…”

Her chest trembled.

He reached with one clawed hand—white and inhuman—pressing his palm against her jaw with exact pressure.

She gasped. Her skin warmed beneath his touch, pulling his restraint tight.

He tilted her face up, watching her mouth open more, breath ragged against his fingers.

Her throat made a low sound, something caught between a whimper and a moan.

His wings lifted her higher. Closer. Her every ragged breath beckoned him. Her silky nipples tight with a desperate ache, commanded him.

He inhaled her again. Slow. Deep. Every secret. Every unspoken need. Every filthy, human longing she buried under laughter and joy. Beneath pain and rage. On color and canvas.

He pressed his healing Lust into her skin through his palm. A slow, consuming monster that devoured darkness. Freeing light in its wake.

Her breath hitched under his power. A sound followed—half-muffled, tight. She tried to breathe again and failed.

He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. Her mouth opened wider and a soft noise spilled out. A needy hum, raw and unguarded.

“You want to be chosen so violently,” he whispered, black claws gliding over the silky swell of her breast. “And have it mark your skin forever.”

Her thighs pressed. Her breath turned to sound again—higher this time, more fragile. Her chest rose fast and shallow.

He lowered his mouth to her throat. Ran his tongue across her pulse.

The press of her tiny nails against his wings tested his restraint. Her moans flowed, too desperate to hold back now.

Kaos closed his hand around her jaw, bringing his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to take you apart,” he whispered, grazing her neck with his pulsing fangs. “One fear at a time.”

Her breath caught sharp between them, and Lust surged in a slow, spiraling current, wrapping around her.

He pulled. Her lips parted again with a sound. Fragile. Wanting. Beautiful.

He moved his palm over her stomach, receiving her gasp against his neck. Soft and hungry. His nails entered the soft triangle of hair, bringing the bite of her nails in the skin of his wings.

He muscles rippled with Lust at the urgent tilt of her hips. “Yes,” he breathed on her breast, opening his mouth as two fingers slid between her folds and parted her heat.

With a growl, he claimed her nipple, the scrape of his fangs on soft silk causing his wings to tremble.

His lips and tongue sucked broken cries from her. His fingers—slow and firm against hot, wet flesh—commanded sharp moans.

He moved to her other breast, dragging his fangs over the tender peak. She arched with a choked gasp and opened her legs. The eager, wide submission claimed his cursed bones.

He entered her heat with two fingers, slow, gently. Her hips jerked once. Then again. Begging. Pleading. Boiling his powers.

He tugged at her breast with his teeth, and her passion collided with his Lust, desperate hands clutching his hair.

He moved his mouth to hers, hovering just above it. Their breaths entangled like dancing flames. He stared deep into her eyes while learning every silky secret of her womanhood.

“Please,” she blasted against his mouth, her hands clutching his wrist, pulling, writhing. “Oh please.”