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The room is chaos around us—furniture shaking, the bed frame creaking dangerously under the assault of our bodies. My nails dig into his back, drawing blood. He doesn’t flinch; if anything, it seems to drive him further into frenzy.

Everything is raw sensation now—his body pounding into mine, filling me completely, filling me in ways I never thought possible, as if he’s actually gettingbiggerwhile inside me. The edge of pain woven through every thrust; the animalistic need consuming us both. I lose track of time, of everything but him and this moment.

He releases my wrists to grasp my hips instead, the force enough to bruise bone as he slams us together harder, deeper.The impact breaks the headboard free from its bolts. Still, neither of us stops.

His breaths are harsh against my skin as he moves even faster, impossibly faster.

“More,” I beg shamelessly, wanting nothing but this—all of him. “Please, more.”

A vicious snarl tears from his throat as he obeys without mercy, and I scream helplessly beneath him.

Flesh on flesh. Desire like hunger.

Suddenly, he pulls out, flipping me over with brutal efficiency. My knees hit the mattress as he drags my hips up, and then he’s inside me again, pounding even harder from behind until I can’t breathe.

My vision blurs. I brace myself against the loosened headboard, barely able to hold on as he drives into me with a force that empties my lungs.

Then, to my surprise, he clamps his mouth over my neck, a bite just shy of breaking skin. The feeling alone, so central to who I am, is enough to make me come.

And come hard.

I explode around him, and he snarls again at the sensation, teeth pressing in harder as he rides out my release with merciless thrusts. My body spasms beneath him, but he doesn’t slow; he’s insatiable, demanding more and more until I’m unraveling completely.

“Again,” he commands, voice guttural, as if from deep within some primal part of himself. He lowers his head to my shoulder, biting down harder than before. “I want you to come again.”

My body obeys him before my mind even registers what he means. Another climax tears through me with blinding intensity; my vision whites out as I scream beneath his relentless assault. His rhythm is punishing, driving into me without pause or restraint.

The bed shudders violently beneath us, screws and bolts working loose from the frame now. He doesn’t stop until the whole thing collapses beneath our weight, sending us to the floor with acrashamidst splintered wood and torn sheets, the impact shaking the room like an earthquake. We’re still tangled together when we land, Callahan moving above me like a force of nature—undeterred, unstoppable. His grip on my hips is painful as he continues to pound into me with brutal precision.

“I’m going take it,” he growls again, voice roughened by need. “Take what I need. Take everything.”

I cry out as his hands slide up to my throat, squeezing, holding me there while he claims me completely. I barely recognize myself in this moment —wild and lost to sensation, unhinged by the ferocity of our joining.

But I recognize him: this newly made thing that is both Callahan and something not quite human yet. His pace becomes frenzied, each thrust more forceful than the last until I’m sure I’ll break apart under the strain of it all. He hauls me against him so there’s nothing between us—no distance, no space—just heat and skin and overwhelming need.

His other hand moves, tangles in my hair, jerking my head back. “Who else touched you while I’ve been gone?” he demands harshly, possessiveness underscoring every word.

“No one,” I gasp, pleasure and pain melding as his grip tightens. “Only you.”

A dark sound of satisfaction escapes him. “Only me. It will only ever be me.”

And that’s when I know he killed Marco.

His hand on my throat is now cutting off my air. The pressure is exquisite agony, pushing me closer to the edge, the thoughts of Marco slipping away into the night.

“Mine,” he growls again, the word a primal decree.

“Yes,” I choke out, lost to him, to us. “Yours.”

He shifts his angle suddenly, the sensation overwhelming as he slams deeper than before. My cries echo off the walls, desperate and pleading.

The room closes around us—nothing but raw need and the punishing rhythm of his body claiming mine and I’m barely holding on, every thrust sending tremors through my body, until I feel him finally start to lose control. There’s nothing human left in the way he fucks me now; it’s pure instinct, savage and relentless.

Purely animal.

Vampire.

“Close,” he grinds out, his voice breaking with urgency. “So close.”