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She has no idea what she does to me.

Standing there, barefoot in the middle of the suite, and wrapped in nothing but one of my black dress shirts with the buttons undone and hanging off her shoulders like sin itself.

Like she knows exactly where this is going.

Like she planned it. Like she’s daring me.

And fuck if I’m not falling for it every goddamn time.

The door clicks shut behind me as I walk toward her. My pulse is already a slow, heavy throb. She watches the way a prey watches a wolf, except she wants to be caught. Hell, she’s begging for it without saying a word.

There’s something different about her today though. A shift. All that rage, the pain she’s carried for weeks, for years, has settled into something sharper now. Controlled and purposeful. She has stepped into her war, and now she’s mine like never before.

“Take it off,” I tell her, my voice low, the words rougher than I intend. But it doesn’t matter. I want her stripped and completely bare for me.

She doesn’t hesitate, her fingers sliding over the buttons, slow and fucking planned, holding my stare like she’s challenging me with every flick of her wrist. The shirt slips off her shoulders, pooling at her waist before she lets it fall.

The firelight glimmers over her skin, highlighting every curve and every inch of her that I’ve memorized but still can’t get enough of.

The rain begins to fall softly around us, cool droplets kissing our heated skin as I press her against the balcony railing. The storm is rolling in, but it only fuels the fire burning inside me.

“Turn around,” I growl against her ear. “Hands on the railing.”

Lyra obeys instantly, her movements graceful, like she’s been waiting for this moment as much as I have.

She presses her palms flat on the slick metal, her back arching and hips jutting out in a way that has my pulse roaring in my ears.

She’s a vision, my vision, with her ass pushed out like an offering under the open sky.

God, one day I’ll take every inch of her in every way I crave, but not today. Today, I don’t have the patience for slow and careful. I need her now. Desperately.

I step in behind her, the rain slick on my skin, and slide out of my pants and boxers in one smooth motion. I’m more than ready, thick, hard, and aching. The sight of her standing there, wet and glistening, with her curves outlined, nearly undoes me.

I press in close, letting the head of my cock nestle between the warm, perfect curves of her ass. She’s burning, even with the rain falling around us in heavy, rhythmic sheets, her body radiating heat like a beacon, drawing me in and daring me to lose control.

I find the railing beside her hand and grip it tightly, anchoring myself. My chest brushes against her back, skin to skin, breath to breath. My mouth finds the shell of her ear, and I let my lips graze it, slow and deliberate.

She shivers, not from the cold, but from me. From this.

“You feel that?” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “That’s what you do to me.”

I press in, not yet inside her, just letting her feel the weight of me—the promise, the tension, the way I’m barely holding back.

And then, I wait for a second because the only thing better than taking her right now is knowing she wants it just as desperately as I do.

“I need you too much to be gentle tonight,” I tell her.

A shiver wracks her frame, but her voice is breathless and eager. “Don’t be gentle. I don’t want you to be. I want you rough… brutal.”

She parts her legs wider for me, giving me even more, the anticipation rolling off her in waves. She starts grinding against my length, and the soft moan that escapes her nearly snaps the last of my restraint.

I press my hand against the small of her back, forcing her into a deeper arch, her body like a perfectly strung bow waiting to be played. My other hand snakes between her thighs, my fingers gliding through her soaked folds. She’s already dripping for me, and it has nothing to do with the rain.

I tease her clit with slow circles, my fingers slick with her arousal as I lower my hips, positioning myself just beneath her. I know I need to be careful, but my control is hanging by a thread. If I lose it completely, she might not be able to walk tomorrow.

“Please,” she breathes, grinding against my hand, her voice trembling with need.

I shift my hips forward, letting the wide head of my cock press at her entrance, just enough for her to feel the stretch that’s coming. She gasps, her body instinctively tensing.

“Relax, baby,” I murmur, brushing her wet hair aside to kiss her neck. “You can take me.”

My men are downstairs. I know they are. They’re probably looking up right now from the courtyard and catching glimpses through the balcony rail. It’s broad daylight, so nothing is hidden. There are no shadows to shield us, no secrets here.

Good. Let them see.

I want them to watch. I want them to know exactly who she belongs to. That this body, this pleasure, this surrender? It’s mine. Only I get to touch her like this. Only I get to fuck her and make her fall apart with nothing but my hands, my voice, my cock.

Let them burn with it. Let them choke on the reminder that no matter how close they stand, they’ll never have what I do.

She’s mine. Every moan, every tremble, every breathless cry… mine. And I want the whole fucking world to know it.

I roll my fingers over her clit again, feeling the tremor rush through her as she instinctively pushes back against me. The moment she does, I thrust forward, my tip breaching her soaked heat.

She’s tight. God, she’s so fucking tight. Even with how wet she is, her walls grip me like a soft fist, squeezing every inch of me. The sensation has my breath catching in my throat, my restraint burning away with every heartbeat.

My hand leaves her clit and anchors itself on her hip, gripping her with enough force that I know I’ll leave marks on her perfect skin—marks I want to see tomorrow, proof that she’s mine.

My other hand snakes around her neck, my fingers wrapping gently but possessively around her throat and feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.

“Don’t tense up again, Lyra,” I whisper into her ear, my voice rough with need.

“I won’t,” she promises, her breath ragged.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, I nudge her feet wider apart, sinking deeper inside her as she gasps and drops her weight onto me. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as her heat wraps around me tighter, deeper.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rain pelting the balcony.

I grit my teeth, my balls tightening. “Too big?”

“Yes.” She shakes her head quickly, desperately. “Give me more, Silas. Or are you going to make me beg?”

I pull out slightly, letting my length glide through her slickness before driving forward again, feeding her inch by inch. She’s clenching and fighting the stretch, but she wants it… craves it.

“Not today. You’ve been a good girl…”

“More,” she pants, her voice thick with need.

I tighten my grip on her neck. “So impatient.”

“Fuck me already, Creed.”

I fight to keep control, to push slowly, but every second inside her threatens to break my discipline. “I need to go slow, baby,” I warn, “or I’ll hurt you.”

She writhes under my touch, her words breathless and broken. “I don’t care if it hurts. I need you, Silas. Now. Please.”

Fuck. That plea, spoken with so much desperation, shatters the last of my restraint.

“Goddamn it, Lyra.” I look up and growl her name like a prayer and a curse, working myself deeper, my thrusts growing faster, needier. “This pussy is mine… I’ll take it however I like.”

She braces herself harder against the railing, pushing back against me with reckless abandon. “Yeah? Don’t hold back then. Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’ve been going easy on you so far.”

“I know exactly what I want,” she hisses. “Now fuck me till I can’t walk straight. Don’t go easy on me. Fuck me like you own me.”

The storm rages around us, the rain soaking our skin, but all I see, all I feel, is her, Lyra, trembling, breathless, and desperate beneath me. The last threads of my control snap as her words echo in my head.

I pull out almost entirely, the head of my cock throbbing at her entrance, then slam back in, driving so deep that her entire body jerks forward against the railing. She gasps sharply, stiffening as I bottom out inside her.

I freeze for a moment, breathing hard and trying not to completely lose my mind. “I warned you,” I rasp, my voice barely audible through the rain. “Now you’re pushing me too far. I might have to punish you…”

“If that’s the punishment, I’ll gladly take it,” she replies, her voice shaky, caught between pain and need, her walls fluttering around me as if urging me deeper.

I don’t hesitate. I release her throat and hip and slide my hands to her soaked breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers as I fall into a merciless rhythm. My hips slam into hers with wet, savage sounds, our bodies colliding with raw, primal force.

Lyra bucks back against me, using the railing to push into each thrust, her cries blending with the sound of rain drumming on metal and stone. She’s not delicate now. She’s wild, unrestrained, and surrendering completely to me.

I bite down on her shoulder, marking her with my teeth and claiming her in every way I can. She hisses, but instead of pulling away, she arches even harder into me, giving me everything. My cock feels like it’s branding her from the inside out.

My mind turns feral, possessive. I want to fight off every man who so much as looks at her. I want to leash her, collar her, and parade her as mine for the entire world to see. But she already owns me, heart, body, and soul, and I’m powerless to stop it.

Lyra’s breathing grows erratic. She circles her hips in time with my thrusts, her pussy clenching down on me like she’s trying to pull every drop from my balls.

“Tell me you’re on the pill,” I grit, my voice shaking.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice breaking as she squeezes around me. “Don’t pull out, Silas. I want you to fill me.”

I lean back, watching as my cock disappears into her over and over, slick with her arousal and the rain pouring around us.

“You should see how perfect you take me, baby,” I groan.

Her hips grind back desperately. “I can’t wait… I’m so close…”

I slide one hand down her belly, my fingers finding her swollen clit.

I pinch gently as I piston into her, slamming harder and deeper.

With my other hand, I grip her hair to steady her.

I know it hurts, but I want her to remember this.

She cries out, her body convulsing and thighs shaking as her orgasm rips through her with a strangled scream.

Her pussy clamps down on me so fiercely that I can barely move, but I don’t stop. As soon as her climax softens, I pull out, turn her around, and haul her into my arms. Her soaked legs wrap around my waist instinctively, her arms locking behind my neck as I lift her effortlessly.

“Watch me,” I order, guiding her down onto my cock again.

Her eyes widen as I fill her fully, pressing her back against the icy stone wall and pinning her there as the storm continues to rage around us.

“See how well you take my cock?” I tell her.

“Yes…” she moans. “This angle, God, Silas, how do you feel even bigger now?” she gasps.

I grin wickedly, my voice rough. “I held back on you.”

Before she can process it, I drive upward, burying myself to the hilt. Her mouth opens on a shocked moan, her head falling back briefly before I grab her chin and bring her gaze back to mine.

“Eyes on me.” My tone leaves no room for argument. “I want to see you come again.”

Her brows knit in concentration, her lips trembling as she rides the wave building inside her.

“I don’t know if I can,” she pants. “I’ve never… I’ve never looked into someone’s eyes while…”

“You can,” I whisper, driving into her again and finding the perfect angle that makes her claw at my shoulders. “Be a good girl for me. Come for me, Lyra.”

That final command pushes her over the edge. Her pupils dilate, her lips parting on a gasp as her entire body shudders. Her pussy tightens around me like a vice, drawing out my release.

“Lyra… fuck…” I groan as I explode deep inside her, filling her just like she begged. My hips thrust one last time, locking us together, my chest pressed to hers as I tremble through my own climax.

The rain continues to pour, washing over our spent bodies as I bury my face against her shoulder, panting and biting her skin again like the possessive animal she’s turned me into.

She strokes her fingers along my back, her soft lips pressing kisses to my temple as we slowly come down from the high.

“You’re fucking mine,” I whisper.

“Yours,” she breathes back, her voice full of warmth even as the storm continues to rage around us.