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I drag my thumb over her clit, slow and merciless, my breath hot against her ear. “And then I’m going to fuck you right here against this tree,” I murmur. “Hard enough you’ll forget every single thing except how good I make you feel.”

Her head falls back against the bark, her body tightening around my fingers.

And when she comes, sharp and wild and wrecked against my hand, I smile against her throat.

I drag my fingers through her wetness deliberately, slow and obscene, holding her gaze as I lift them to my mouth and suck them clean—slow, filthy, deliberate. She watches me do it, herbreath catching, her eyes pinned to my mouth like she’s the one starving now.

And then I move.

I turn her effortlessly, one hand braced at the small of her back, bending her over the rough bark, my palm splaying over the back of her neck like I’ve wanted to do since the second I first saw her in this morning.

She lets me.

No—she arches into me, hips tilting back, her body already strung tight and ready for more.

“Good girl,” I murmur, voice like sin against her skin. “You know I’m not going to stop until you can’t fucking stand.”

Her laugh is ragged, sharp and breathless. “That’s the idea.”

I drag her pants down in one fluid motion, baring her to the cool night air, to me. Her legs part easily, inviting, shameless. She wants this. She wants me to ruin her.

And I will.

I free myself, fist tight around my cock, already hard and aching. I press the head against her slick, swollen entrance, sliding it deliberately through her, teasing her until she whines low in her throat, grinding back against me.

"You're desperate," I murmur, my mouth ghosting over the back of her neck. "I love you like this."

Then I thrust in—hard, deep, relentless.

She gasps, her body arching beneath me, her hands scrabbling against the bark as I drive into her again, again, until she’s gasping for breath and pushing back against every brutal snap of my hips.

But I don’t stop there. Because I’m not just a man. I’m Lust. And tonight, I let it bleed out of me like poison.

I flood the bond between us, that thread of magic that ties me to her, letting her feel not just the weight of me, not just the stretch and burn of my cock inside her—but the hungerunderneath. The maddening, endless desire that coils under my skin, that seeps into her bones and makes her body light up under my hands.

She feels all of it.

Every filthy, desperate, wrecked thought I’ve had about her since the day I met her. Every time I wanted to drag her behind a door and make her scream. Every time I wanted to pull her into my bed and not let her leave.

Her moan rips out of her throat, sharp and wrecked, her hips slamming back into mine like she can’t get close enough.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I growl, voice rough against her ear, one hand sliding around to her front, finding her clit again, slick and swollen. “How much I want you.”

She tries to answer, but the words fall apart when I circle her clit, slow and relentless, even as I drive into her harder, deeper.

And then she shatters again.

It rips through her like a wave, her body clenching around me so hard it steals my breath, her legs shaking beneath her. I keep fucking her through it, keep my magic threaded tight in her veins, pulling her higher and higher until she’s gasping, writhing beneath me.

Until she’s begging.

“Again,” I murmur darkly, voice pitched low against her ear. “I want to feel you come again.”

And she does. Her orgasm slams through her almost violently, her cries muffled against her arm, her body shaking beneath me. I drag her up against me, one hand fisting in her hair, the other sliding between her legs again, stroking her mercilessly even as she collapses against me.

“More,” I growl against her throat. “You can take more.”

And she does. She grinds back against me, her body pliant and eager, her thighs slick with everything I’ve done to her. I thrust into her harder now, deeper, angling just right until she’swhimpering, shaking, her orgasm building again, sharp and brutal.