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Kohl gave him the reins.

He moved her forward, easing her to hands and knees on the couch.

He knelt behind her, eyes moving over the curve of her back, the slope of her ass.

The breaths catching in her throat pulled at his cock. She was still soft from climax, still open. And yet, her body waited for him.

That did something to him.

He moved his fingers over her sides, touching each rib with slow reverence. His fingers claimed every vertebra, starting from the top. Inviting, enticing, requesting permission. His other hand found her slick heat. He stroked along her folds, then up—spreading it over the last guarded place.

Her breath hitched.

She didn’t pull away.

He lowered his mouth, pressing a kiss to the cleft of her ass.

As her body opened for him, she reshaped him.

He circled the star-shaped muscle with slick fingers, each swirl patient. Waiting for her answer.

She moaned, trembling. Her thighs parted more.

He pressed one finger in—slow, shallow, steady. Her body accepted him, inch by inch. Her surrender brought his Lust and Rage to a seething boil.

“You trust me here.”

She answered with a sharp gasp and another rock. He kissed her spine, her shoulder. Then added a second finger, slow and deep.

Her body moved into it.

Kaos exhaled, chest tight.

“You’ll give me everything,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “Every dark shadow. Every silence.” His cock jerked when her next moan cracked open with pleasure. He fucked her ass slowly, his grip biting her hip. “Every hope and dream is mine.”

Her hips shifted with need, and he withdrew his fingers, taking hold of her in both hands. He placed his cock on her ass, watching it slide along the valley, thick and aching.

He waited one more breath then pressed the head at her primed entrance.

Her breaths quickened, sharp and hot.

“Slow,” he promised, stretching her carefully.

She gasped, arms bracing.

He held her hips when the head passed the threshold, holding still. “Feel it,” he whispered, fingers moving over her vertebra. “Feel me.”

Her ass flexed with a rush of her breaths. He pushed. Slow. Deeper.

“Kaos.”

His name burst forth on a cry, calling his Lust. He latched a hand to her neck, stilling the hunger tearing through him.

“You feel it,” he whispered hotly, milking the muscles at her neck with his fingers. He pushed his cock deeper, not stopping till he touched bottom. Till her breaths became cries, her moans tight and sharp. “You feel when your god has you.”

He fucked her slowly.

Each stroke matched the depth of her moans. Denied need bleeding through her breaths and cries.