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The bond pulses like a lightning strike through me, her magic tangled in every word, and I growl against her, licking into her deeper, harder, until she’s gasping and writhing under my hands.

I slip two fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, my thumb circling her clit in sync with my mouth, until her body starts to quake. Her voice cracks when she says my name again—broken and breathless and sofucking sweetit splits something open inside me.

When she comes, it’s like magic detonating in my veins—pure, wild, uncontrollable—and she shatters apart under me, hips jerking, fingers clutching my hair like I’m the only thing tethering her to the earth.

I don’t stop until she’s gasping, whimpering, trying to pull away and pull me closer all at once. And when she finally goes lax beneath me, breathless and wrecked, I crawl up her body and kiss her slow, sweet, filthy—letting her taste herself on my tongue, letting her know exactly what she does to me.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her mouth, my forehead pressed to hers, voice thick and low. “You’ve always been mine.”

Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, her smile wrecked and radiant.

“I know.”

I crawl back up her body, dragging my mouth over her stomach, up the valley between her breasts, savoring the way her skin shudders under me. My hands frame her jaw when I kiss her again—slow, possessive, letting her feel how ruined I am for her, how wrecked she’s made me without even trying.

Every inch of her skin is singing to me—electric, soft, and searing all at once—and I map it with my mouth, my teeth, the drag of my tongue, until she’s writhing beneath me again, her hips canting up, desperate, greedy, shameless.

Her legs fall open, and I settle between them, the weight of my body pressing her deeper into the mattress, caging her in, not to trap her—but because she lets me.

My hands slide down, tracing the curve of her thighs, gripping the backs of her knees and shoving them wider. Her body arches, offering, and my own control frays like thread pulled too tight.

I can feel her pulse inside me, heat pooling in my gut, thick and heavy, wrapping around every nerve until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Caspian’s sin still lingers inside her,molten and wild, leaking through the tether like honey poured down my throat, and I don’t know if it’s his magic or hers anymore—but it doesn't matter.

It’s all her.

I slide into her slow, steady, relentless. Her body opens for me like it’s meant to, like it’s always been waiting. The stretch, the give of her heat around me, the way she arches into it like she’s starved—it’s enough to knock the breath from my lungs.

I roll my hips, deeper, harder, and her body rocks beneath me, her nails dragging down my back, raking over my skin like she wants to tear me apart and keep me whole at the same time.

My mouth finds her throat again, kissing, biting, my breath ragged against her pulse. She’s melting beneath me, every gasp, every arch of her hips, every soft, wrecked sound a brand against my spine.

I move faster, driving into her until the rhythm is nothing but need and hunger and the wild crash of everything we’ve never said. The bed creaks beneath us, the bond a thrumming, violent thing between us, thick with magic and desire, with everything I can’t say but need her to feel.

Her body starts to shake again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her legs lock around my hips, her back bowing, her hands clinging to me like I’m the only thing left in the world that’s real.

She falls apart beneath me, her orgasm tearing through her like wildfire—hot and devastating and so fucking beautiful I can barely breathe.

I don’t stop. I chase her over that edge, hips snapping harder, teeth dragging across her throat, until the world fractures around me too, the coil inside me snapping, spilling everything I am into her—like I’ve been waiting centuries for this moment, like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need.

When it’s over, I don’t move.

I stay there, pressed against her, inside her, our hearts beating the same broken rhythm, the bond between us humming soft and low like it’s finally at peace.

Ambrose

The car smells like bad decisions and worse magic.

We’re packed in tight, shoulder to shoulder, bodies brimming with too much power, too much history, too much of everything. Luna’s got both hands on the wheel, fingers tapping against it like she’s throttling the impulse to slam it into a tree and put us all out of our misery.

And me? I’m right beside her, pretending like her knee brushing mine doesn’t send something unhinged and electric crawling under my skin.

Elias is wedged on my other side, his elbow jabbing mine every time he shifts to glare back at his twin in the back seat like a cat about to launch. Silas is stretched across the middle, half turned around, sniping insults over Caspian’s slumped frame, Riven hunched in the corner looking one snap away from murder.

"You gonna keep breathing that loud?" Silas tosses at Elias, his voice all sweet venom.

Elias slants him a look like he’s measuring how far he’d have to push him out of the moving vehicle. "I wasn’t aware my existence offended you this much. Let me die quieter."

"Wouldn’t help," Silas shoots back, grinning like a feral thing. "You snore when you’re dead too."