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That storm of emotions, finally free of its shackles, rages inside my body and consumes everything in its path. Rages like wildfire until the only thing that remains, the only thing that will ever matter in this whole universe, is me and him.

The pull towards Draven is so intense that I can barely breathe.

Gasping, I break the kiss to drag in a few desperate breaths. My chest is heaving.

“Is it always this… intense?” I gasp out, gazing up at him.

He smiles, his arm still around me and his eyes burning with just as much fire as mine. “Yes. Like I said, once the mate bond snapped into place for me during the Atonement Trials, keeping my hands off you has been the hardest fucking thing I have ever had to do in my entire life.”

I grin back up at him. “Well, luckily, you no longer have to.”

Reaching down, I start undoing the fastenings on my fighting leathers. Lust flares up in Draven’s eyes, burning even brighter, and he immediately starts stripping off his own armor.

Our final garments have barely hit the ground before I flash Draven a smirk full of challenge.

“Now, how about you make good on that promise you made?” I say.

He advances on me while he rakes his gaze over my naked body. “And what promise would that be, little rebel?”

Grinning, I jerk my chin towards the desk by the wall. “I see a perfectly good table right there.”

His eyes glint.

Anticipation ripples down my spine as he backs me towards it. He slides his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyes drinking me in. The sight of it makes my clit throb.

Holding his gaze, I purposely slide my hand up my thigh. “You’d better hurry up and bend me over that table before I take matters into my own hands.”

A sly smile curls his lips, and dark storm clouds ripple around his powerful body. “Was that a threat?”

I grin back. “Did it sound like a suggestion?”

My stomach lurches as a storm wind suddenly whirls into me from the side, making me spin around so that my back is to Draven and I’m facing the table instead.

Before I can even get my bearings again, Draven wraps a hand around my throat from behind.

With a firm grip, he moves me until my back is pressed against his muscular chest. His naked skin is warm against mine.

“So bossy,” he murmurs in my ear.

Pleasure curls around my spine as his breath caresses the shell of my ear with every word, and his commanding hand around my throat makes my clit ache with need.

He slides his other hand over my hip. “But you know that I like hearing you beg first.”

A shudder of pleasure rolls down my spine at his possessive touch. His hand slips lower, dipping down between my thighs.

“Widen your stance,” he commands, his voice low and dark.

I bite my lip, suppressing a moan, and then carefully spread my legs wider. He lets out a hum of approval. It vibrates against my ear, making my spine tingle.

A jolt shoots through me as he brushes his fingers over my already throbbing clit.

He lets out a low chuckle and then kisses that sensitive spot behind my ear while he rubs his thumb over my clit.

I drag in a shuddering breath. Pleasure pulses through me as Draven starts teasing my clit with expert precision, and a moan escapes my lips.

Throwing my head back, I rest it against his firm shoulder while tension starts building inside me. Draven keeps his hand around my throat, holding me firmly in place as he continues drawing moans from my mouth. A whimper spills from my lips as the tension inside me reaches unbearable levels.

But Draven only continues stroking my clit with those excruciating moves that are fast enough to push me towards the edge but slow enough to not let me fall over it.

Raising my head again, I reach down and grab his wrist, trying to force his fingers to move just a little faster.

Draven tuts. “So greedy.”

Since I can’t make his fingers do what I want, I adjust my stance and try to rub my thighs together instead.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Draven murmurs, a smirk in his voice.

With his hand still firmly around my throat, he moves it upwards, forcing me up on my toes.

My free hand shoots up and wraps around his wrist. But he just keeps his commanding hand where it is while his other one continues to tease my clit.

And now, balancing on my toes, I can’t do anything other than to stand there and take whatever sweet torture he gives me.

“You ruthless villain,” I press out. It comes out like something halfway between a curse and a moan.

He lets out another dark chuckle that dances over my skin. “Ready to beg for mercy yet?”

“You—”

A gasp interrupts my curse as he traces his index finger around my entrance.

Pleasure crackles through me, and the storm of tension inside me thrums harder.

Every nerve in my body is wound so tightly that I can barely concentrate.

Draven toys with my clit while teasing his finger over my entrance again.

A desperate moan rips from deep within my chest.

“I’ll settle for a please this time,” Draven whispers in my ear.

I try to shift my position, but his firm hand around my throat is still keeping me trapped and balancing on my toes. Squirming against his firm chest, I drag air into my lungs while the tension inside me thrashes like a lightning storm.

“Please,” I gasp out.

He smiles against my skin. Moving his hand, he lowers me down gently until I’m standing firmly on my feet again.

Then he releases my throat and slides his hand away from my clit.

The loss of his hands against my skin is so jarring that I just stand there, dragging in desperate breaths while pent-up tension still crackles inside me.

Draven draws a finger down my spine. “Now, are you going to bend over that table or should I do it for you?”

His voice snaps me out of my stupor, and I blink repeatedly until I can once again see the desk before me.

It’s a sleek thing, made of pale wood, and positioned so that one of the short sides sticks out from the wall, providing whoever wants to sit in the chair a view out of the windows across the room instead of making them stare into the pale stone wall.

Taking a half step forward, I bend over the table’s short side and brace my forearms on the smooth wood before widening my stance.

“Good girl.”

A desperate noise rips from my throat.

Draven slides his hands up my thighs and then takes my hips in a firm grip. My clit throbs as he adjusts my position. Then another desperate gasp escapes my lips as I feel the crown of his cock press against my pussy.

“So wet,” Draven murmurs.

Frustration and pent-up need crackles through me. “If you don’t?—”

He gives my ass a firm slap.

I gasp, forbidden pleasure shooting straight through my spine and making my clit throb with desperate need.

Then he thrusts inside me.

A moan spills from my lips as Draven’s thick cock slides into me in one firm stroke, filling me completely. Pleasure curls around my spine, and I squeeze my hands into fists. Draven tightens his grip on my hips but keeps his cock in place for another few seconds, letting me adjust to his size.

Then he draws out and slams back in again.

Another moan tears from my chest as his cock hits a spot deep inside me.

That mind-bending pleasure starts building inside me again as he starts up a commanding pace. My thighs push against the edge of the desk with every thrust, and the desk slams against the wall, making the painting above it rattle.

I drag in shuddering breaths at the incredible friction his cock creates. The pent-up tension inside me soars, sending me tumbling towards an orgasm. I tilt my head down, pressing my forehead against the cool surface beneath me.

“No,” Draven says.

A strong hand slides into my hair.

Another burst of forbidden pleasure crackles through my veins as Draven takes a firm grip on my hair and then winds it around his fist, forcing me to raise my head again. He keeps twisting my hair around his hand until I have to crane my neck back.

“I want to see every flicker of pleasure on your gorgeous face when you come,” he declares.

My heart skips a beat. And then beats twice as hard to make up for it.

With his hand still firmly gripping my hair, he pounds into me. I suck air into my lungs as the pleasure inside me intensifies until I can barely see straight. All I can feel is his commanding grip on my hair and my hip, and his thick cock inside me.

There is something primal about the way he is claiming me. And I fucking love it.

I gasp as his cock hits the perfect spot inside me.

He thrusts hard, hitting it again. And again.

Pleasure explodes inside me.

Stars flicker before my eyes and my legs tremble as the orgasm sweeps through my body with enough force to leave me breathless. Desperate moans and whimpers drip from my lips as Draven continues fucking me through the orgasm, intensifying it so much that I can barely see straight.

When the final waves of pleasure at last begin to fade, my chest is heaving and my mind is so scattered that it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I press my palms against the smooth tabletop beneath me as I drag air back into my lungs.

Draven has stopped thrusting, leaving his thick cock still inside me. Releasing his grip on my hair, he leans down and kisses my spine. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

A sudden realization pushes its way to the front of my mind. Blinking, I try to focus my eyes as I turn my head to gaze up at Draven over my shoulder.

“You didn’t come,” I press out, still breathless.

His eyes gleam in the warm sunlight as a truly villainous smile spreads across his lips. “No. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I can reply, he pulls out in one smooth motion. The sudden loss of him inside me leaves me feeling shockingly empty. I try to straighten from the desk, but my knees are still weak, so I wobble slightly. Draven immediately slides his arms behind my knees and back and lifts me into his arms.