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Reyla

H e was long and thick and the stretch of him felt amazing.

I looked up at him, finding his intent gaze on my face.

“Are you going to sit there and stare at me?” I asked. “Or do you plan to do more?”

“Oh, Wildfire,” he said, his lips curling upward. “We're going to do so much more.”

I rocked my hips, taking him deeper, and a moan erupted from my throat. His hands found my waist, gripping, guiding me as I began to ride him. The water sloshed around us, echoing the rhythm of our bodies. His eyes, the stunning green I could gaze into forever, watched me, filled with a hunger that matched my own.

“You feel incredible,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. His hands slid up my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, my collarbone, before one hand wrapped gently around my throat. Not to hurt, but to claim. It was a move distinctly Lorant yet tempered with Merrick's tenderness. A thrill shot through me, making every nerve ending inside me flutter. “Eyes on me, Wildfire. Don’t look away.”

Focused solely on his smoldering gaze, I leaned into his touch, my pulse pounding against his palm. His thumb stroked the side of my neck, feeling my pulse race. His other hand grasped my hip tighter, encouraging my movements. I rode him harder, faster as we panted in unison.

“Lore,” I gasped, my eyes locked onto his. The emotions swirling in his gaze were overwhelming—lust, love, protectiveness, all melded into one intense stare. I felt seen, cherished, desired. It was intoxicating.

His grip on my throat tightened, sending a surge of heat through me.

“Mine,” he leaned close to growl, the word vibrating against my skin. “All mine.”

“Yours.” I was his, utterly and completely. Just as he was mine.

He released my throat, only to tangle his fingers in my hair. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, claiming every corner, every moan. I met his passion with my own, our tongues clashing in a dance that left us both breathless.

I slowed my pace, grinding against him, feeling every bit of him deep inside me. His groan echoed in my mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I smiled against his lips, loving that I could draw this reaction from him .

Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against mine. “Reyla,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You're unraveling everything inside me.”

“Good, because I've already come undone.”

“Ride me, Wildfire. Take all you need from my body.” His eyes flashed, the tiny gold flecks burning brightly.

“I need more,” I cried, pressing my forehead into his chest.

He took control, lifting me, then pulling me back down, impaling me on his length. I panted, my head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over me.

His pace was relentless, driving me higher and higher. The water around us churned, splashing onto the floor, but neither of us cared. We were lost in each other, in the sensation, in the love that bound us together.

My body began to tremble, my muscles clenching around him. He growled, his grip on my hips biting deep. He was close too. I could see it in the taut lines of his face, in the wildness of his eyes.

He stopped.

His breath came in ragged pants, his chest heaving. He looked at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Not yet, Wildfire. I want you from behind.”

He lifted me off him. I whimpered at the loss, but he chuckled, turning me around and bending me over the side of the tub, belly down. His fingers coiled the length of my hair, binding it around his palm. My heart pounded in anticipation, my body aching for his strength, his need.

He ran his other hand over my back, tracing the curve of my spine. His grip tightened on my hair, pulling my head back. I gasped, my spine bowing in response.

“So beautiful,” he hissed, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”

His free hand trailed down my back, over my ass, before sliding between my thighs. He parted me, his fingers stroking my clit. I moaned, bucking my hips against his touch. His laugh came out low and dark.

“Eager, are you?” His fingers circled my entrance. “Tell me how much you want me, need me, pretty little bride.”

I could only whimper and spit out something. “Fuck me, and do it now, Lore or I'm going to…”

He growled, a sound of pure male satisfaction. “You want this?” He seated the head of his cock at my entrance, teasing it inward before pulling back out.

“Yes,” I moaned, thrashing my head against his tight grip on my hair.

“I'm yours.” With a piston of his hips, he thrust forward, filling me completely. I cried out, my body convulsing around his length. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation before he began to move.

He set a hard, relentless pace. Each pump drove me higher, pushed me closer to the edge. His grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he took me, claimed me, owned every bit of me.

“More,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. “I need you, Lore.”

He went faster. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls. It was primal. Raw. Utterly perfect.

His hand slid from my hip, across my stomach, and between my thighs. His fingers found my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. I huffed out a growl, my body pulled taut, my muscles clenching around him.

“Come for me, Reyla,” he groaned, his voice rough with heat. “Let me feel you come around my cock. ”

My body gave way, my orgasm washing over me in waves of utter bliss. I cried out, my voice guttural, nearly feral.

He groaned, his body tensing as he found his own release, spilling himself inside me.

We collapsed back into the water together, our bodies still joined, our breathing coming in ragged pants. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his heart pounding against my back.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft in my ear. “More than anything in this world or the next.”

Tears pricked in my eyes, the sheer depth of emotion in his voice overwhelming me.

“I love you too,” I whispered back. “Always you.”