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Reuban slammed the room door shut behind him, the divine winds making the air ripple with his intent.

He locked his eyes on his divine thief, the source of his unraveling, standing at the foot of the bed, rigid, eyes wide with knowing, feeling the reckoning coming.

It wasn’t just lust, and it wasn’t even punishment—it was need—vicious and burning.

Hearing Kross say it out loud—that the triune powers were tearing him apart and she was his anchor had him lunging for that stronghold.

But it surely was a dual power exchange. And somehow, she needed as much as he needed, and combined, it created celestial power.

She watched him, bracing as he came for her, knowing there was no escape and not even wanting it. Her terror had everything to do with the meeting up of this pleasure wrapped in apocalyptic purpose and whether or not she’d survive it intact.

He stalked to her in three calm strides like a man preparing for communion.

There were no words as he pushed her onto the bed and opened her legs.

At finding no panties under the emerald dress, and her soft, wet heat glistening, he dropped to his knees with reverence and violence, gripping her inner thighs with a bruising force, yanking her to the edge of the bed.

He buried his mouth in her and she gasped, hands flying to his head, latching tightly as he devoured with precision. No kissing or teasing, only taking. Just as she had done.

He licked, he sucked, he bit, he probed. Then he dragged his tongue in slow, filthy lines over her clit. He latched his mouth onto it with a low growl and sucked hard, the pleasure hitting her body like lightning up her spine.

“Reuban—!”

Fuck, yes. Gasp that again. Cry it, scream it.

He hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her forward even more as he rocked his head slightly, working his tongue faster, rougher. Her hips twisted, trying to move and he locked her down harder.

The bond between them pulsed—alive. Hungry.

He felt it twisting in her body, her soul, strangling her throat.

He slipped a finger into her. Then another.

Deep and hard. He circled her clit with his tongue in savage figure-eights while his fingers curled up, stroking her g-spot with a perfect rhythm.

He paused just to judge, a low growl against her pussy. “You took. Now I take. Your power is mine, your submission is mine . Every drop.”

“Reu—ahh—Reuban!”

Her body shook as the orgasm pushed up like a divine eruption. She tried to close her legs, and he opened her wider, his fingers fucking deeper.

He flicked her clit with his tongue, cranking up the speed and pressure, forcing his little angel into his pleasure trap.

She came. So fucking hard.

It seized her body and stole her breath. A scream finally tore from her lips, raw and open, hands slamming the mattress, thighs trembling uncontrollably as she spasmed around his fingers.

And still, he didn’t stop. He drove her like a bully, high on control and power. “That’s one,” he warned, licking her through it like a glutton who hadn’t eaten in… ever.

Another shudder wracked her. She whimpered—hips grinding into his face against her will as she continued coming apart.

She watched him now, emerald eyes boiling and locked on his.

He flattened his tongue against her, watching right back as he lapped with slow, hard strokes.

Not stopping until she came again, and he fed his vengeance with her cries and confessions and begs.

He stood after and dragged her body downward. He lifted her then tossed his Sinner onto the middle of the bed where she lay with her legs open, body heaving with knowing whimpers. Her shaved pussy glistening as he unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate control, his cock bulging against his pants.

He removed everything, his clothes, his manners, his power’s barrier.

He climbed onto the bed and stopped between her open thighs.

“That,” he said, dragging the back of his hand slowly over her pussy, “was your body confessing your sins.” He leaned over her, mouth at her ear, shoving his face against hers.

“And I haven’t even started punishing you yet. ”

She lay there panting in the echo of her orgasms, her body tense again from his threat. He pulled up and knelt before her, holding his cock—thick, pulsing—jutting out for his angel who stared into his eyes with a holy eagerness.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his need wrapping the words in burning steel.

She quickly sat up and scooted closer, gasps and whimpers falling from her mouth as she stared at his cock, then up at him, burning him with her innocent fire.

He moved his fist along his shaft and her gaze dropped back to it. Lust beaded at the tip and her gaze held it like an offering as he stroked slowly. “Look at what you made,” he breathed thickly. “The King you created.”

She swallowed, breath hitching.

“You thought you could take… and just walk away from me.” He covered her head with a hand, his fingers gripping her shorn skull. “Now you take what I give, Larena.”

Her hot breaths shivered at the tip as she leaned and kissed—softly, reverently. Her first taste hit her like a drug—eyes rolling back, aching moan rushing forth with the drag of her tongue along the underside with a burning slowness.

He hissed through his teeth, cock twitching in his grip. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked, letting her mouth ease forward, inch by inch, taking more of him with every breath, every tormented moan that reached into his balls.

He watched her. Watched the way her lips stretched around him, the hollowing of her cheeks, the tug of her brows as she worked with a reverent hunger. Her hands slid up to brace his thighs, fingers stroking his flexing muscles.

“Fuck… yes,” he growled, cupping her jaw with his other hand, feeling her divine work. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, into her soft, eager moans.

Her nails pierced his thighs as he took her throat slowly. “That’s good,” he murmured, voice lava and thick. “You’re my angel now,” he whispered, feeding his cock to her, inch by inch.

Her throat tightened and she gagged slightly. He stilled, letting her adjust. She didn’t pull back. She looked up at him, eyes watering, lips stretched, body shaking as she swallowed around him.

“You serve your King’s cock,” he said with satisfaction, pulling back slowly.

She sucked harder in response, tongue flexing under the head.

The little move broke his control. He started fucking her mouth—sharp thrusts that made her throat slick and hot.

His hips snapped again and again, the wet sounds and moans working him like a temple rite.

He felt the Sinner’s Bond surge again—her submission a fuel, driving his hunger to the very edges of it.

Her nails dug again into his thighs, not to stop the madness but to anchor the power and herself.

“You’re going to take every drop,” he hissed, breath ragged now. “You’re going to swallow my seed like sacred fire.”

She groaned frantically and pulled him deeper, her tongue and jaw shuddering on him.

Holy fuck .

He gripped her head in both hands now, jaw clenching as his break came with a stranglehold on his muscles. His groan squeezed through his lungs, deep and thick. She moaned her praises, swallowing every drop without hesitation, lips sealed tight, like a formidable vow.

When he finally pulled out, she was flushed, eyes moist, lips swollen and gleaming with saliva and his satisfaction.

He stared at her—his salvation and his ruin, thumbing the corner of her mouth then moving his touch along her lips.

“You feel it?” He rubbed remnants of his essence into her skin, scanning her expression. “It’s not lust… it’s law.”

She nodded once, dazed and radiant.

“Every time I come down your throat, your body confesses that it belongs to me.”

Her breathing hitched as he leaned down till his eyes bore into hers.

“Now I’m going to fuck the rebellion out of you.”

He shoved her onto the bed and flipped her face down with a growl, spreading her legs. Her arms stretched above her head, fingers gripping the sheets as her cheek pressed into the mattress. “You’re not just mine,” he murmured as he moved behind her. “You were made for me.”

He ran his hands down her spine—slow, reverent, but hard enough to remind her he wasn’t asking.

And she loved it.

He bent forward, mouth at her ear, cock sliding slowly, coating himself in the heat of her slick entrance. “You ready to pay me, angel?”

She moaned in answer, pushing her hips back toward him.

He opened his knees wide and slid his hand over her forehead and yanked her head back just enough to hear her gasp. He braced his other hand on her shoulder and drove to the bottom of her in one, brutal stroke.

Her scream rocked him. Shock, pleasure, glory .

He pulled back halfway and drove in again, and again, setting a pace that bordered on cruel. Her breath hitched with every thrust, her body jolting forward only to hit the iron wall of his hold.

“Take my power,” he snarled between thrusts.

Their bodies collided—wet, sharp, relentless. She panted into the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he pounded with a ruining rhythm.

“Feel how your pussy grips me?” he growled, tilting his hips for a deeper angle. “That’s your body begging for mercy.”

She moaned—a high, broken sound as he grinded against her inner walls.

“But you’re not getting any,” he hissed, winded. “The Bond wants you wrecked. It wants you ruined. It wants you mine. ”

Chest against her back, he slipped his hand under her and pressed against her womb. “That’s where my power is. Deep in you.” His fingers moved lower, finding her clit, rubbing with firm, tight circles as he kept fucking her, deep.

Her voice broke. “Reuban—oh— I—”

“Come for me,” he ordered, mouth at her ear. “Right now.”