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He bent her over a rock and lined his cock up with her entrance, sliding it through the wet heat there.

‘Wilder.’ This time it was a command. She was done playing.

He was too, because he sheathed himself inside her in one glorious, powerful thrust.

Thea cried out as he filled her, inch after inch after inch… He withdrew slowly, only to slam back into her, their bodies slapping together.

‘Fuck,’ he moaned. ‘You feel…’

But Thea didn’t get to hear what she felt like, because she arched her back, giving him more access to her, allowing him deeper, and he swore again.

Wilder fucked her slow and deep from behind, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her back onto him, squeezing her breasts and teasing her clit. His hands were everywhere. The pleasure he wrought upon her waseverywhere, blurring her senses.

There was no more resolve between them, no more restraint, their desire as unstoppable as a gathering storm. Their moans and cries echoed through the cave, as uninhibited and unapologetic as the sensation spreading in Thea’s chest.

A hot wave took hold of her and she moaned again, teetering on the edge of no return.

But Wilder pulled her back onto him. ‘Not yet, Princess. I want to see your face when you come.’

With that, he pulled out of her and turned her around to face him.

Gods, he was a marvel. She leant in and licked up his sculpted chest, damp with sweat and littered with faint scars, raking her fingernails down the ridges of his abdomen. Every inch of his golden skin was corded with muscle, including that V-shaped dip of sinew that pointed right to his perfect cock.

She nearly came at the sight, for the Furies knew no other man would ever compare to this, tohim.

She reached between them, her hand wrapping around his shaft, wet with both their desire. His head tipped back as she pumped up and down, letting her other hand cup his balls.

‘Fuck…’ he murmured to the stalactites above.

But then his restraint snapped again and he was pushing her so her back was flush with the cave wall. He lifted one of her legs, setting her foot down on a ledge beside her, so she was spread and open before him.

He shook his head at the sight of her, as though he couldn’t quite believe she was there. ‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There’s no coming back from you, no end to this wanting…’

Thea’s chest fluttered. It wasn’t just her climax on the precipice of no return. It was her heart.

Wilder took her hand then and guided it to her core, helping her circle her clit, working her into a frenzy as he nudged her entrance with the crown of his cock again.

‘I have dreamt of this every night, Thea…’ he breathed, his throat bobbing. ‘Every. Fucking. Night. There is no counting the ways I want you.’

He kissed her and slid home.

Thea arched her hips towards him, taking every brutal thrust he gave her, the pressure building and building.

His silver gaze met hers, clouded with lust. ‘Come for me, Thea.’

Thea didn’t break eye contact as she moved with him, her sweat-slicked brow pressed to his. ‘Not without you,’ she murmured against his lips.

Wilder circled her clit with his thumb, and with that added sensation, she came apart with a cry. The pleasure barrelled through her, one wave cresting as another began, leaving her nearly sobbing with the force of it, of him.

Her Warsword gave a shout and shuddered into her, finding his own release as she clenched around him.

‘I knew you’d be my ruin, too,’ Thea whispered.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WILDER

Althea Zoltaire had destroyed him. And it was the greatest privilege of his life.