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Her eyes meet mine, glazed with pleasure but utterly present.

This is Anna, fully here, taking everything I'm giving her without disappearing. The realization sends a surge of possessive pride through me.

"My perfect girl," I murmur, something softer threading through the hunger. I release her hair to stroke her cheek, a moment of tenderness amidst the storm. "So beautiful and strong."

Tears spill from the corners of her eyes, but her smile is radiant. "I love you," she whispers. "All of you. The light and the dark."

The words unlock something in me—a desperate, savage need to claim her, mark her, make her irrevocably mine.

I thrust harder, deeper, my hand returning to her throat as I chase our pleasure.

Her walls begin to flutter around me. "I'm close," she gasps.

"Wait," I command, slowing my pace to torturous, shallow thrusts. "Not yet."

Now that she's given me power in this play, I won't give it up easily. She's hidden things from me. All I ask for is control, and it's time to reestablish it. I'll show her how good it can be when she gives it up to me.

She whimpers, frustration and need transforming her features. "Please, Domhn."

"Soon, love." I ease my grip on her throat, trailing my fingers down between her breasts, over her stomach, to where we're joined.

I find her clit, swollen and slick, and circle it with my thumb. "You'll come only when I say you can."

I draw it out, edging her closer. Then I back off.

Again and again until she's sobbing, begging incoherently, her entire body trembling beneath me.

That's right, love.

"No more secrets," I growl.

She nods. "No more secrets. Please, Domhn. Oh god,please!"

I mean to teach a lesson.

Only when I'm certain she can't take anymore do I relent. I press down on her clit, thrusting deep and hard.

"Now," I growl. "Come for me now, Anna."

She shatters with a scream, her body convulsing around me as wave after wave of pleasure tears through her.

The sight of her—completely undone, completely mine—sends me over the edge.

I bury myself to the hilt, emptying into her with a guttural roar, my vision whiting out from the intensity.

Afterward, as our breathing slows, I gather her gently into my arms, cradling her against my chest. I brush sweaty tendrils of hair from her face, checking for any sign of distress.

"Are you all right, love?"

She laughs softly, her eyes clear and bright as they meet mine. "I'm perfect." She traces my jawline with trembling fingers. "That was... everything."

Relief floods me, but uncertainty still lingers. "No,you'reeverything. My everything."

TWENTY-ONE

March

ANNA