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He took her mouth with a violent kiss and shoved his fingers to the bottom of her. Her cry pierced through his restraint, and he smashed his palm against her clit, taking her first orgasm with a dark vengeance.

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“Fall for me,” he commanded around his lashing tongue.

The orgasm broke through her, swallowing her surrender, devouring her scream. Her hips jerked, her voice cracked, her walls clenched hard around his fingers, dragging him in, riding it, needing more, needing everything. She shook. Her head spun. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. And still— his hand never left her.

A second wave surged, his fingers curling, flexing, occupying space no one else had been allowed to hold. She breathed hard. Shallow. Open-mouthed. Eyes half-lidded and flickering.

His voice moved through the shell of her body. Low. Calm. Complete. “That was your first truth.”

The voice in her head whispered all the things she wasn’t supposed to want—to be touched like a secret, to be taken without hesitation, to be handled like something worth breaking open.

He gave her that. And he was giving it again.

Heat spiraled into her spine. Her lips parted. Her breath hitched hard. She reached for him, fingers finding his forearm—stone muscle beneath heat.

He was back at her mouth with his otherworldly breath, burning her lips and tongue. He pressed, he dragged his fingers through her, calculated Lust spreading through her core. She shook. Her legs trembled. Her body betrayed every wall she’d ever built. Her body pulsed around his fingers—two deep, precise, angled up. His palm curved into her heat. The heel of his hand pressed firm against her clit again, rolling just enough to keep the fire constant.

She gripped his forearm harder. Her breath choked out in half-moans and broken exhales. His hand moved like it belonged there—owning her.

His voice dropped into her ear. “This is where you lie to yourself.” He pressed deeper, dragging upward inside her until she cried out—high, involuntary, shamefully full. “Right here. Where no one ever earned access.” His wrist rotated, subtle, steady.

She whimpered.

“You said you didn’t need it. But your body’s begging before your mouth can catch up.”

Her head fell back. Her spine arched. Her thighs clenched and trembled and opened again, trying to outrun the pressure and stay in it all at once.

“You think I care if you come fast?” he growled at her mouth. “I built this world to take your finish again and again.”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out. The sound she made hit his throat and bounced back into her body. She felt it in her chest. Her sex. Her spine.

Her muscles pulled tight. Then tighter.

He didn’t change rhythm, but held her in the burn. The veins in his massive wings felt like molten honey caressing her back. Pulsing like a million burning kisses worshipping her skin.

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Kaos felt the shift ripple beneath his palm—the shallow catch of her breath rising fast. Lust pressed forward, ready to flood her. Rage prowled close behind, eager to mark what it already claimed. He held both at the edge, letting the pressure build.

He leaned close, breath grazing her lips. He kissed her once—slow, full. Another kiss, deeper now, coaxing her mouth open.

Her hands clenched against him.

He kissed her again, lips brushing like a vow. Her moan met his tongue. She writhed beneath him, skin damp, chestarching with every breath she couldn’t control. Her voice spilled out in half-shaped thoughts, tangled in moans. Then he felt the cold slice of her guilt and confusion. The buried loyalty to a man who hadn’t touched her. Who hadn’t earned her.

But her body knew who had.

“I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “This isn’t real…”

Kaos moved his mouth to her throat. Bit it softly. Sucked her breath out of her as she arched beneath him.

“This is more real than anything you’ve ever begged for.”

She whimpered. Her hips rose. Her voice cracked.

“I want it. I want you.”