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“Uh… no,” Kross hurried, before Reuban could even process the question. “You… truly wanted to take his power and—”

“For ajustcause,” Larena snapped, getting Kross’s boyish grin.

“Yes, but… that’s not what made it a sin, Aunt Larena.” He aimed his raised brows at her. “Youwantedto kiss him.” He got extra hesitant, slowly lowering his fists to his lap. “More than you wanted the power you needed.”

Larena’s gasp flew out as Reuban’s gaze landed on her.

Kross went on, carefully now. “The uh… Sinner’s Bond enacted a divine contract… which… allows him to borrow your power—whenever he needs it.”

“Borrow?!” Larena half-yelled, glaring at Reuban like he’d just robbed her in broad daylight.

“Well…” Kross bravely continued. “When you stole power from him, it… technically defined the structure of the bond. So when he needs or wants power—the way that you wanted and needed it—he takes it. The same way you did.”

“Ho-ly shit,” Krave marveled in quiet glee as Larena’s sputtering dumped out everywhere.

She finally spun and hurried out of the room in an emerald fury while Reuban stood in a burning shock with the meanest, most vengeful lust he’d ever felt pummeling his cock. Go punish her. Right now. This fucking instant.

Reuban shot out to do exactly that while his mind fought to catch up.

“Oh hell,” Kildare mused eagerly.

“Now I want to know,” he heard Kross wonder behind him. “How do I get one of these Sinner’s Bonds?”

Larena’s Penance

Reuban slammed the room door shut behind him, the divine winds making the air ripple with his intent. He locked his eyes on his divine thief, the source of his unraveling, standing at the foot of the bed, rigid, eyes wide with knowing, feeling the reckoning coming. It wasn’t just lust, and it wasn’t even punishment—it was need—vicious and burning. Hearing Kross say it out loud—that the triune powers were tearing him apart and she was his anchor had him lunging for that stronghold.

But itsurelywas adualpower exchange. And somehow, she needed as much as he needed, and combined, it created celestial power.

She watched him, bracing as he came for her, knowing there was no escape and not even wanting it. Her terror had everything to do with the meeting up of this pleasure wrapped in apocalyptic purpose and whether or not she’d survive it intact.

He stalked to her in three calm strides like a man preparing for communion. There were no words as he pushed her onto the bed and opened her legs. At finding no panties under the emerald dress, and her soft, wet heat glistening, he dropped to his knees with reverence and violence, gripping her inner thighs with a bruising force, yanking her to the edge of the bed.

He buried his mouth in her and she gasped, hands flying to his head, latching tightly as he devoured with precision. No kissing or teasing, only taking. Just as she had done.

He licked, he sucked, he bit, he probed. Then he dragged his tongue in slow, filthy lines over her clit. He latched his mouthonto it with a low growl and sucked hard, the pleasure hitting her body like lightning up her spine.

“Reuban—!”

Fuck, yes. Gasp that again. Cry it, scream it.

He hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her forward even more as he rocked his head slightly, working his tongue faster, rougher. Her hips twisted, trying to move and he locked her down harder.

The bond between them pulsed—alive. Hungry. He felt it twisting in her body, her soul, strangling her throat. He slipped a finger into her. Then another. Deep and hard. He circled her clit with his tongue in savage figure-eights while his fingers curled up, stroking her g-spot with a perfect rhythm.

He paused just to judge, a low growl against her pussy. “You took. NowItake. Your power ismine,your submission ismine.Everydrop.”

“Reu—ahh—Reuban!”

Her body shook as the orgasm pushed up like a divine eruption. She tried to close her legs, and he opened her wider, his fingers fucking deeper.

He flicked her clit with his tongue, cranking up the speed and pressure, forcing his little angel into his pleasure trap.

She came. So fucking hard.

It seized her body and stole her breath. A scream finally tore from her lips, raw and open, hands slamming the mattress, thighs trembling uncontrollably as she spasmed around his fingers.

And still, he didn’t stop. He drove her like a bully, high on control and power. “That’s one,” he warned, licking her through it like a glutton who hadn’t eaten in… ever.