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If I had become human enough to love , then no magic in existence could ever change me back.

The pain of losing myself didn’t scare me anymore as it had become so normal to carry it.

Love was pain, and I’d willingly carry that bittersweet ache as long as Mavros allowed me to build my new home in him.

And the way he was kissing me, I could feel the foundation of a home setting its bones in place.

He ran his claws through my hair and the beams rose, and as my heartbeat raced to match his, the walls were erected around us, closing us in together.

Fires burned to life in the shared hearth of our home, and stars glinted overhead like watching eyes from the heavens.

His eyes were brighter than any fire I’d ever seen, and his gaze burned hotter than the sun.

The feel of his mouth was sunshine on a spring day.

His moans were an aria of magic and nature coalescing between us.

The beast grabbed me around the waist, claws trembling, gentle, as if afraid of hurting me.

Or afraid of how he wanted to. There was something agonizingly beautiful about the dismissal of cruelty from the monstrous.

He was careful, not from an absence of violence, but despite a wealth of it.

I lost a laugh between kisses, shifting to sit astride his thighs, and he chased my mouth for more, hungry for the melody of my delight.

Mavros wore a serious expression when we broke for air, and I shivered at the way it softened a fraction.

Only for me, because the way he admired me, looked at me, was different from how he looked at anything else in his life.

The beast prince looked at me like his knees might buckle and the sky would cave, and he still wouldn’t take his eyes away if it gave him another second to admire.

It made my heart skip and my mind dizzy.

Like I was the first bloom of the season, opening my petals to the sky and feeling warmth for the first time. And I’d never felt so alive as this.

My cheeks flushed, and that languid warmth gradually spread through my chest to my limbs. I was warm, malleable clay in his claws, and willing for him to mold me into whatever shape he desired. Perhaps that lust made me human in the most grotesque way, but it felt too good to repent the thought.

The light of day sighed goodbye, cleaving us in a cocoon of darkness.

Only the sputtering fire in the hearth cast flashes of amber light over us.

We were sheltered in my favorite room in the castle, and I was lost in the throes of my favorite beast. Comfortable dark and gentle heat coiled around us, splitting our erotic moment from the reality of the world.

I used his shoulders as leverage, pushing myself against the hardness of his chest. The sheer lilac dress I wore bunched at my hips and his palm slid down to rub my thighs.

His thumbs purposely pressed into the sensitive juncture of my thighs and cunt before smoothing down to my knees once more.

Tension rippled inside me as I closed the distance to kiss him again.

The press of his tusks and the threat of sharp teeth in his mouth only spurred me on.

Mavros existed as the epitome of danger, yet I sought comfort and pleasure within his embrace.

Our mouths locked together, and he pulled me tight against him.

His hardness nudged at the apex of my thighs, and I keened low in my throat.

His tongue probed at my mouth, and I inhaled him in.

His tongue was slick and hot as it curled around mine.

The little noises of pleasure I made incited him further, and he deepened the kiss to plunder my mouth.

His hands traveled along my body, one roaming down to my behind and pushing me into his erection, and the other belting around my ribs to keep me caged against his torso.

The beast kneaded and massaged my flesh, savoring the softness of my body and rolling his hips to grind into me.

He read my intent when I dropped and rubbed myself over his bulge.

The friction was nice but not enough, and a desperate whine pulled from me.

I squirmed, and he grabbed my sides. My fingers slipped from his shoulders as he hefted me and set me on the edge of the table.

A flash of excitement flared through me when he flattened a palm on my stomach to push me down and his other hand parted my legs.

“Now let me see what’s mine.” Mavros licked his lips, and my core clenched around nothing. My arousal leaked from me and his hands cupping the back of my thighs spiked my anticipation to a near unbearable degree. “That’s right. Look at this pretty pussy drip for me.”

He wasted no time lunging forward and covering my pussy with his mouth. My elbows hit the solid wood of the table, my head arched back, and my hair swished over scattered parchment, and my spine curved toward the beast as he lapped and sucked at my clit.

“Oh, sweet pet, you must be so pent up to be mewling like that already.”

The prince of demons dropped from his chair and fell to his knees for me.

He hooked his arms under my knees and cupped the flesh of my hips in his large palms. He pressed his face to my mound, tongue slithering deep into my cunt as he tongue-fucked me.

His silky black hair tickled my inner thighs as I wrapped my legs around my head and my feet braced on his wide upper back.

The ecstasy of his mouth and tongue drove me into a frenzy and I was hardly aware of grabbing one of his horns and gripping it tight as if to anchor myself against his sinful mouth.

His claws pressed indents into my skin as he devoured me like I was his last supper.

In all my centuries of life, I’d never seen proof of the gods, but there was something holy about the way the beast became a fanatic zealot about my pleasure.

More than a carnal feast, it was akin to worshiping the divine.

Mavros was the worshiping disciple, and I was his god.

“Look at me. Look me in the eye.” His tongue speared me, reaching something so deep and wonderful I screamed his name. My hips matched the rhythm of his tongue as he mercilessly teased and tasted me. I gripped his horn and rode his mouth, staring deep into his eyes.

It was intimate in a primal, wild way. Animal to the core. My cunt gushed around his tongue, making his chin slick with my essence. The fiery circle of his eyes dilated until they were almost entirely black. That dark hunger sent me hurtling toward the edge and onto his awaiting tongue.

“The look on your face, gods, the look on your face…” His voice trailed off in a guttural groan before he dived back in. Tongue-deep, writhing, driving me into insanity.

“Come on,” he encouraged in between licks. “Come for me. I need you to come for me, right here on my tongue. I want to feel it, taste it.”

I came with a stuttered cry, legs quaking and body seizing from the euphoria.

Mavros ate me through the climax and the trembling aftermath, as if he needed every crumb of my orgasm.

When he finally withdrew his tongue from my pulsing pussy, he smoothed his palms over my shaky legs and rose to his feet.

He unbuckled his belt, and the clinking metal sent a tingle up my spine. Something about the sound of the leather slipping through the belt loops made me breathless and shivery. His belt dropped to the floor, and he tore the laces of his breeches open.

“Let me see how badly you want me to fuck you, Astoria. Touch that sweet cunt and show me what belongs to me.” His rumbling command incited a delirious need to obey.

I slipped a hand over my pussy, feeling how slippery and soaked I was. A low growl rumbled in his throat, eyes tracking my fingers. A smirk lifted my lips as I toyed with myself, teasing the beast with what he wanted.

A log in the fireplace cracked, sending embers into the air like drunken stars floating on celestial ashes. The library breathed around us, sighing even as the tension holding us together crackled with barely restrained energy.

His trousers dropped enough for his cock to spring free. The heavy weight of it throbbed, already leaking precum. I whimpered at the sight of it, lungs heaving from the force of my desire. He smirked at my reaction. “Do you see how hard I am for you?”

A gasp ripped from my lips when his imposing form bowed over me, casting me in darkness. But it was the girth of his cock nudging over my slit that knocked the whiny sounds from me. I canted my hips to rub my clit over the head of his cock, earning moans from us both.

Desperate, frantic, I pulled at his shirt.

“Patience.” Mavros rose enough to pull the dark fabric over his head and tossed it away. His eyes gleamed as he stared down at me. I whined, and that wanton sound jolted him into action. “You want to be a good pet for me, don’t you?”

I pulled my hands away, shivering with bone-deep, visceral need.

His grin sliced across his mouth like a blade.

“That’s what I thought.”

Mavros yanked down my dress and it bunched under my breasts, forcing them up into his face. He licked his long, winding tongue over them before gently biting my nipples. Arousal leaked out of me onto the edge of the table as he rutted against my slit.

I needed more. I needed everything.

“Mavros, please.”

The greedy clenching in my core ratcheted higher as he strummed his thumb over one nipple and sucked on the other.

He nuzzled his face in my breasts and the tingling pleasure in my nipples descended into a warm pool in my stomach, then lower, lower.

I hooked my legs around his waist, silently pleading.

His tail thrashed before curling around one of my ankles and holding me in place.

“You just can’t wait for me, can you?” His condescending tone was wicked yet enticing.