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‘Do it,’ Thea challenged, staring up at him with hooded eyes while she parted her legs even further for emphasis.

Smiling darkly, Wilder notched his cock to her entrance and slid in just a fraction, his control nearly slipping at that first hint of tight heat around him. But he paused, teasing her clit with his thumb and revelling in the way her body opened for him.

‘Wilder…’ she warned.

It was the most delicious form of torture, for the both of them, but he couldn’t stand it a moment longer.

‘Pinch those nipples for me, Princess,’ he commanded.

As Thea’s fingers clamped around her hardened peaks, Wilder shifted his hips and thrust inside her with one powerful stroke. His vision blurred and Thea moaned loudly beneath him, her whole body welcoming him inside, clenching around his cock like he belonged there.

‘Holy fuck,’ he muttered, enveloping her with his torso as he sank even deeper into the wet heat of her. A low, rumbling sound of need escaped him and he gripped her hard enough to bruise, his thrusts brutal, unapologetic, uninhibited.

Thea met him stroke for stroke with a tilt of her hips, allowing him deeper still. The noises that left her had Wilder’s body turning molten, his balls tightening, begging to empty into her.

‘Harder,’ Thea panted. ‘Faster.’

Wilder was only too happy to oblige, adjusting his grip on her, dragging her across the war table so that her lower half hung off the edge, so he could drive himself into her with even more fury. For that rage was still simmering below the surface. At everything that had happened to lead them here, every injustice, every stolen moment – even at Thea herself, for having accepted the fate carved for her in that gods-damned stone.

And so he fucked her hard and fast, just as she asked.

‘I don’t want your death notes,’ he managed between thrusts, applying pressure to her clit, causing her to jerk beneath him. ‘Do you hear me?’

‘Yes…’ she cried, her naked body flushed with desire.

He closed one hand around her throat. ‘Never again.’

Thea’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilated, her muscles clenching around him. She licked her lips. ‘Are you going to punish me?’

Wilder’s thrusts slowed and he blinked at her. ‘Do you want to be punished, Princess?’ he asked.

Slowly, Thea nodded, once, then twice. ‘I deserve it…’

A new rush of longing swept through Wilder and he ground into her. ‘You do.’

In that moment, he came back to himself in full force, his strength, his rage, his power all coursing through him alongside his insatiable desire for the woman writhing beneath him. He flipped her onto her front and bent her over the edge of the war table, baring her backside to him.

As he buried his cock deep inside her from behind, his open palm came down hard on her pale flesh with a crack.

Thea moaned, spreading her legs beneath her and pushing back onto his length. He could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs. ‘Again.’

Wilder spanked her other cheek, feeling the sting through his fingers as he slammed into her again and again, wringing frenzied cries from her. He was barely holding on.

‘Thea…’ he panted against her sweat-slicked spine, wrapping the tail of her messy braid around his knuckles and pulling her back onto him. ‘I want you to come. Come all over my cock.’

‘Wilder…’ Her breath caught in ecstasy.

‘Now,’ he commanded.

Thea’s whole body tensed and she cried out, shuddering around him.

Wilder arced his hips, restraint a distant memory as he fucked her on the precipice of climax. She pushed back on him and he passed the point of no return, sheer pleasure flooding his veins.

Wilder erupted with a roar, trembling as he spilt himself inside her.

He jerked as Thea coaxed the last waves of his orgasm from him, rocking against him slowly.

He kissed the base of her spine, breathless and in awe of what they’d just done. Leaning back as he pulled his cock from her, he surveyed the bright pink handprints on each pale cheek of her backside. He pressed a kiss to the first, then the second, before turning her over beneath him.