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Her whole body convulsed, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him like a vice. The orgasm tore through her like a storm made of fire and grace, bashing every nerve, until she was a trembling mess under him.

He didn’t slow. Not even a little. He fucked her through the orgasm, cock pounding her deeper, hand gripping her throat now as he forced her ass up, flush to his hips. “You think I’m done?” he growled, voice shaking with restraint.

She gasped for air, still pulsing around him. “Reuban—I can’t—”

“I say when it ends.” He dragged himself out, slow and thick, almost to the tip—then slammed back in with a growl.

Her moan cracked into a sob, and still she pushed back against him. Because this was what she wanted, what they both wanted. Her power easing his fire, his cock feeding her eternal hunger.

The Bond burned brighter with every thrust, every cry, every ragged breath blurring the line between sin and salvation. Her body twitched beneath him, aftershocks rippling through her thighs and abdomen.

He gripped her hip, hard enough to bruise as he muttered low, filthy things. “So fucking tight. This pussy was made to be taken— just like this. To be fucked hard and without mercy. By me. ”

She moaned, her voice hoarse, her body quaking as he dragged her through pleasure and overstimulation. Until her body recognized the rhythm of being ruled. He made it burn again. Faster than before, fiercer. A heartbeat thrumming through the Bond as it seared prophecy into flesh.

“You feel that?” he shuddered at her ear. “Your soul trying to come again?” He ground into her—slow and merciless—cock so deep it felt like he was pushing into her spirit.

Her mouth fell open.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fucking take it.”

His fingers returned to her clit, and with three punishing, perfect strokes—she came again. And this time it was like glass melting in sunlight. Her body arched, back bowing as she let out a scream that felt like release and surrender all in one.

Reuban’s hips stuttered, cock throbbing.

“—Larena—” He slammed home. Then again. The third time was burial—his cock, his mind, his soul—to the fucking hilt.

He gripped her body hard, emptying inside her, his teeth clenched as the orgasm shredded him.

Divine, thick, claiming—pulse after pulse until he collapsed forward, body draped over hers.

They stayed like that—breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, the room spinning. But fuck… this Bond wasn’t done.

“Now I need to take your succulent ass.”

Larena fearlessly, even eagerly got in position, breath ragged, knees digging into the mattress as she presented herself like a loyal offering, glowing with sweat and surrender.

Reuban watched—his eyes burning with everything he was holding back—fire, wind, lust. All of it roared inside him, clawing to get out. Her Matrix power was open to him—not by her will but by the Bond’s design. “Stay still,” he instructed reverently. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

He got in position, rock-hard again and shining with her arousal. He slid the head between her slick cheeks, rubbing himself along the line of her entrance without entering. He pressed against the tight muscle then gripped her hips and very slowly drove into the impossible heat.

Her cry was loud, raw, pure. She nearly collapsed forward, but he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up. Reuban began to move, each thrust angled to go as deep as possible, dragging out slowly before taking everything again with authority.

Her moans were helpless now—half sob, half chant.

And fuck, he loved it.

He covered her body with his. “You feel that stretch?” he growled against her neck. “You feel how you open for me here, too? How you’re mine in every fucking way, angel?”

His hand slid up her chest, grabbing her breast roughly, thumb flicking her nipple until she gasped. He fucked her harder, deeper, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge again.

“Tell me,” he ordered around thick breaths. “Tell me who owns you.”

She choked on her own breath. “ You— ”

“Louder.”

“You, Reuban! You own me, I’m yours!”

He tightened his grip as power filled his balls.

“Fuck—say it again!”

“I’m yours —King, master— I’m— ”

He found her clit again with brutal fingers and she cried out, back arching hard against him. “Come,” he seethed, his hips moving like a piston as he ground three fingers on her clit. “I want all of you.”

Her scream was near silent when she detonated, muscles locking as their bond ripped through her like holy judgment. Reuban thrust once—twice—and exploded inside her, his groan long and guttural as he came deep in her ass, wave after wave, hips jerking as he forced her to take every drop.

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Larena collapsed and Reuban fell with her, both sprawled over the bed, him covering her, still deep inside. He didn’t move. He just held her.

She felt their bond pulse once. Then it settled.

Like it had fed. Like it had been answered .

And the universe was now silent, save for the two bodies marked with sweat, exhaustion and ragged breathing.

Heavy, warm, and pressed against her back, her savior’s arms wrapped around her waist like a man afraid she might dissolve if he let go.

There were surely no words to speak. Not yet. Of all beings, divine ones knew to be quiet in the aftermath of a sacred event.

After a long moment, Reuban shifted, pulling out of her slowly, breath catching like it hurt to leave her body.

He didn’t leave her though. He laid beside her, then turned her gently into his arms, cradling her like she was something rare and beloved—like he hadn’t just wrecked her like a battlefield.

She blinked up at him, dazed. Barely aware.

“Did I…” she started, voice hoarse, raw from cries of submission. “Did I give you what you needed?”

She wasn’t sure why she asked. She knew the Bond had been sated but needed to hear it from his perfect mouth. No, not needed. Wanted. Longed. Craved. As Kross had said, her want was greater than her need with him.

His fingers brushed her cheek, and she looked up, finding his eyes open and watching her. Her half mortal. Real. Reuban , the man . Not just the Kollaborator King .

“You gave me more than I asked for,” he said, voice rough and low. “And less than I deserve.”

That made her blink in confusion.

He drew in a slow breath and leaned closer, lips near her temple now. “You gave me peace. And that’s the cruelest mercy of all.”

She swallowed. “Do you… hate me for what I did.”

“No,” he whispered. “I hate how much I still want you because you did it.”

Silence fell again, thicker now.

The Sinner’s Bond hummed beneath their skin—less like a chain now, and more like a second heartbeat. Not demanding. Just… present. Permanent.

“Will it always be like this?” she asked. “Every time?”

Reuban didn’t answer. But his hand slid to her stomach, fingers resting there like instinct. Like territory. “If it is,” he said finally, “then you’ll always have to be ready to pay for what you took.”

She considered that and smiled. “Maybe I hope to never stop owing.”

“You surely won’t stop,” he murmured, his lips sliding along her forehead. “Because you took every bit of me.”