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He lowered his mouth to her throat. Ran his tongue across her pulse.

The press of her tiny nails against his wings tested his restraint. Her moans flowed, too desperate to hold back now.

Kaos closed his hand around her jaw, bringing his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to take you apart,” he whispered, grazing her neck with his pulsing fangs. “One fear at a time.”

Her breath caught sharp between them, and Lust surged in a slow, spiraling current, wrapping around her.

He pulled. Her lips parted again with a sound. Fragile. Wanting. Beautiful.

He moved his palm over her stomach, receiving her gasp against his neck. Soft and hungry. His nails entered the soft triangle of hair, bringing the bite of her nails in the skin of his wings.

He muscles rippled with Lust at the urgent tilt of her hips. “Yes,” he breathed on her breast, opening his mouth as two fingers slid between her folds and parted her heat.

With a growl, he claimed her nipple, the scrape of his fangs on soft silk causing his wings to tremble.

His lips and tongue sucked broken cries from her. His fingers—slow and firm against hot, wet flesh—commanded sharp moans.

He moved to her other breast, dragging his fangs over the tender peak. She arched with a choked gasp and opened her legs. The eager, wide submission claimed his cursed bones.

He entered her heat with two fingers, slow, gently. Her hips jerked once. Then again. Begging. Pleading. Boiling his powers.

He tugged at her breast with his teeth, and her passion collided with his Lust, desperate hands clutching his hair.

He moved his mouth to hers, hovering just above it. Their breaths entangled like dancing flames. He stared deep into her eyes while learning every silky secret of her womanhood.

“Please,” she blasted against his mouth, her hands clutching his wrist, pulling, writhing. “Oh please.”

He took her mouth with a violent kiss and shoved his fingers to the bottom of her. Her cry pierced through his restraint, and he smashed his palm against her clit, taking her first orgasm with a dark vengeance.

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“Fall for me,” he commanded around his lashing tongue.

The orgasm broke through her, swallowing her surrender, devouring her scream.

Her hips jerked, her voice cracked, her walls clenched hard around his fingers, dragging him in, riding it, needing more, needing everything.

She shook. Her head spun. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. And still— his hand never left her.

A second wave surged, his fingers curling, flexing, occupying space no one else had been allowed to hold. She breathed hard. Shallow. Open-mouthed. Eyes half-lidded and flickering.

His voice moved through the shell of her body. Low. Calm. Complete. “That was your first truth.”

The voice in her head whispered all the things she wasn’t supposed to want— to be touched like a secret, to be taken without hesitation, to be handled like something worth breaking open.

He gave her that. And he was giving it again.

Heat spiraled into her spine. Her lips parted. Her breath hitched hard. She reached for him, fingers finding his forearm—stone muscle beneath heat.

He was back at her mouth with his otherworldly breath, burning her lips and tongue.

He pressed, he dragged his fingers through her, calculated Lust spreading through her core.

She shook. Her legs trembled. Her body betrayed every wall she’d ever built.

Her body pulsed around his fingers—two deep, precise, angled up.

His palm curved into her heat. The heel of his hand pressed firm against her clit again, rolling just enough to keep the fire constant.

She gripped his forearm harder. Her breath choked out in half-moans and broken exhales. His hand moved like it belonged there— owning her .

His voice dropped into her ear. “This is where you lie to yourself.” He pressed deeper, dragging upward inside her until she cried out—high, involuntary, shamefully full. “Right here. Where no one ever earned access.” His wrist rotated, subtle, steady.

She whimpered.

“You said you didn’t need it. But your body’s begging before your mouth can catch up.”

Her head fell back. Her spine arched. Her thighs clenched and trembled and opened again, trying to outrun the pressure and stay in it all at once.

“You think I care if you come fast?” he growled at her mouth. “I built this world to take your finish again and again.”

Her mouth opened. Nothing came out. The sound she made hit his throat and bounced back into her body. She felt it in her chest. Her sex. Her spine.

Her muscles pulled tight. Then tighter.

He didn’t change rhythm, but held her in the burn. The veins in his massive wings felt like molten honey caressing her back. Pulsing like a million burning kisses worshipping her skin.

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Kaos felt the shift ripple beneath his palm—the shallow catch of her breath rising fast. Lust pressed forward, ready to flood her. Rage prowled close behind, eager to mark what it already claimed. He held both at the edge, letting the pressure build.

He leaned close, breath grazing her lips. He kissed her once—slow, full. Another kiss, deeper now, coaxing her mouth open.

Her hands clenched against him.

He kissed her again, lips brushing like a vow.

Her moan met his tongue. She writhed beneath him, skin damp, chest arching with every breath she couldn’t control.

Her voice spilled out in half-shaped thoughts, tangled in moans.

Then he felt the cold slice of her guilt and confusion.

The buried loyalty to a man who hadn’t touched her. Who hadn’t earned her.

But her body knew who had.

“I’m dreaming,” she whispered. “This isn’t real…”

Kaos moved his mouth to her throat. Bit it softly. Sucked her breath out of her as she arched beneath him.

“This is more real than anything you’ve ever begged for.”

She whimpered. Her hips rose. Her voice cracked.

“I want it. I want you.”

He pressed his cock against her entrance—hot, hard, slick with her want—and held still. Just enough friction to make her cry out.

“You want him,” he growled, voice low against her ear, “but you will burn for me.”

Her hands clutched at his back. Her mouth opened, but no words came—only a desperate, choking gasp as she rocked her hips up again.

He held steady. Let her grind against him. Let her take. Let her claim.

Kaos’s jaw clenched with the Rage curling under his ribs.

Lust swirled through her skin and back into him—echoing the need he planted there.

She would wake up with it buried in her scent, in her thighs, in the guilt that would crawl across her chest when she looked at Kohl.

And he’d feel it. He’d see it. He’d smell what Kaos had done. Because she chose him.

Her breath caught again. Her voice barely formed the words. “You’ll… be my first…” Her hips surged, her mouth opened wide. “I don’t care that you’re a dream. I don’t care what this is. I want it.”

She devoured him. Tore into his mouth like it was oxygen. Clawed at his chest like she needed to leave proof.

Kaos pushed into her—slow, deep, burning for everything she gave, everything he was allowed to take in a dream.

He dragged every thick inch through her heat, pulsing around him with a promise she couldn’t keep.

Her walls clamped down with every breathless cry she gave, every tremble of surrender shaking her frame beneath him.

He watched with all his being as she broke apart—watched the war between guilt and ecstasy detonate behind her eyes. Her voice fractured, desperate and raw. Her legs locked tight around his hips, nails scoring down his back, carving her choice into his skin.

That was the moment it hit him.

The claim.

It roared through his bones, flooding every corner of his being with her submission. Not from some divine appointed duty, or from logic, but from a deep, aching, eternal need. And it belonged to him.

He thrust deeper—harder, sharper, stripping breath from her lungs as he pinned her to an edge she couldn’t crawl back from. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, driving into her with everything he was forbidden to have.

The pleasure rose, vicious and fast. Rage curled around lust, both snarling, both demanding, both poised for detonation.

He found her mouth again and sealed all of it with a kiss, with a final slam of his cock, deep and tight.

His brutal release pulsed hot, a guttural growl tearing through his chest.

And she took it. Moaning, arching, grinding against him like she was begging to be marked deeper.

Kaos didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He stared down at the dream of her—face flushed, lips parted, skin damp with devotion.

He felt it spill out of her spirit like perfume.

A heat that didn’t belong to her alone. It was his.

It had his name on it. And she would carry it now, through every breath, every motion, every night she woke up aching for something she thought wasn’t real.

It wouldn’t trigger spiritual alarms. No one would trace it. The power belonged to human fantasy and harmless dreams.

But not to him. The taste of her would live in his mouth. A hunger he’d never escape. And never wanted to.

Kaos pulled out slowly, his breath ragged, eyes locked on the dreamscape as it began to blur at the edges. Her hands reached for him—whisper-soft, murmuring things she wouldn’t remember.

He stared down at her, the last pulse of heat draining from his cock, and gave her the only thing left. “You’ll forget,” he whispered, kissing her brow. “But I won’t.”

The dream dissolved around him—leaving her soaked in a bond she wouldn’t see… and him burning in one he couldn’t break.