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She moaned in answer, pushing her hips back toward him.

He opened his knees wide and slid his hand over her forehead and yanked her head back just enough to hear her gasp. He braced his other hand on her shoulder and drove to the bottom of her in one, brutal stroke.

Her scream rocked him. Shock, pleasure,glory.

He pulled back halfway and drove in again, and again, setting a pace that bordered on cruel. Her breath hitched with every thrust, her body jolting forward only to hit the iron wall of his hold.

“Take my power,” he snarled between thrusts.

Their bodies collided—wet, sharp, relentless. She panted into the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he pounded with a ruining rhythm.

“Feel how your pussy grips me?” he growled, tilting his hips for a deeper angle. “That’s your body begging for mercy.”

She moaned—a high, broken sound as he grinded against her inner walls.

“But you’re not getting any,” he hissed, winded. “The Bond wants you wrecked. It wants you ruined. It wants youmine.”

Chest against her back, he slipped his hand under her and pressed against her womb. “That’s where my power is. Deep in you.” His fingers moved lower, finding her clit, rubbing with firm, tight circles as he kept fucking her, deep.

Her voice broke. “Reuban—oh— I—”

“Come for me,” he ordered, mouth at her ear. “Right now.”

Her whole body convulsed, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him like a vice. The orgasm tore through her like a storm made of fire and grace, bashing every nerve, until she was a trembling mess under him.

He didn’t slow. Not even a little. He fucked her through the orgasm, cock pounding her deeper, hand gripping her throat now as he forced her ass up, flush to his hips. “You think I’m done?” he growled, voice shaking with restraint.

She gasped for air, still pulsing around him. “Reuban—I can’t—”

“I say when it ends.” He dragged himself out, slow and thick, almost to the tip—then slammed back in with a growl.

Her moan cracked into a sob, and still she pushed back against him. Because this was what she wanted, what they both wanted. Her power easing his fire, his cock feeding her eternal hunger.

The Bond burned brighter with every thrust, every cry, every ragged breath blurring the line between sin and salvation. Her body twitched beneath him, aftershocks rippling through her thighs and abdomen.

He gripped her hip, hard enough to bruise as he muttered low, filthy things. “So fucking tight. This pussy was made to be taken—just like this.To be fucked hard and without mercy. Byme.”

She moaned, her voice hoarse, her body quaking as he dragged her through pleasure and overstimulation. Until her body recognized the rhythm of being ruled. He made it burn again. Faster than before, fiercer. A heartbeat thrumming through the Bond as it seared prophecy into flesh.

“You feel that?” he shuddered at her ear. “Your soul trying to come again?” He ground into her—slow and merciless—cock so deep it felt like he was pushing into her spirit.

Her mouth fell open.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuckingtakeit.”

His fingers returned to her clit, and with three punishing, perfect strokes—shecameagain. And this time it was like glassmelting in sunlight. Her body arched, back bowing as she let out a scream that felt like release and surrender all in one.

Reuban’s hips stuttered, cock throbbing. “—Larena—” He slammed home. Then again. The third time was burial—his cock, his mind, his soul—to the fucking hilt. He gripped her body hard, emptying inside her, his teeth clenched as the orgasm shredded him. Divine, thick, claiming—pulse after pulse until he collapsed forward, body draped over hers.

They stayed like that—breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, the room spinning. But fuck… this Bond wasn’t done.

“Now I need totakeyour succulent ass.”

Larena fearlessly, even eagerly got in position, breath ragged, knees digging into the mattress as she presented herself like a loyal offering, glowing with sweat and surrender.

Reuban watched—his eyes burning with everything he was holding back—fire, wind, lust. All of it roared inside him, clawing to get out. Her Matrix power was open to him—not by her will but by the Bond’s design. “Stay still,” he instructed reverently. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

He got in position, rock-hard again and shining with her arousal. He slid the head between her slick cheeks, rubbing himself along the line of her entrance without entering. He pressed against the tight muscle then gripped her hips and very slowly drove into the impossible heat.