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LILLITH

L illith closed the cottage door behind them with the softest push, sealing out the hum of the reception—the laughter, the clink of glasses, the joyous chaos of friends and family who’d spent the evening celebrating what they’d become.

What she had become.

Her fingers lingered on the doorframe, grounding herself. Not from nerves—but from the magnitude of it all. And when she turned around, he was already there.

Dominic stood in the heart of their home, half-wild, half-undone—shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His tawny hair was tousled from wind and dancing, those golden eyes still burning like embers through smoke.

He looked at her like the night hadn’t just ended, but like everything was finally about to begin.

The fire cracked behind him, painting his golden-brown skin in shifting light. He was still wearing the obsidian ring she’d slipped onto his finger beneath the arch. That same hand flexed open and closed like he was holding back something feral. Hungry.

“You’re quiet,” he said, voice low, smoke-soft.

“I’m… thinking,” she murmured.

He stepped closer. “Good things?”

She nodded, throat tight. “Dangerous things. Big things. All the ways I didn’t think I’d survive long enough to feel this.”

Dominic reached for her, slow and reverent, even now asking permission.

She gave it with her body. Her mouth. Her magic.

The kiss was nothing like what they’d shared in front of the town—no laughter, no ceremony. This was raw. Unfiltered. She tasted his want, his restraint, his need to worship her.

He lifted her with ease, her skirt billowing as he carried her down the short hallway to their bedroom, one hand braced beneath her thighs, the other tangled in her hair. The black silk of her wedding gown rustled around them like falling shadows.

Their bed waited—blanketed in dark green throws and linen spelled months ago with protection, healing, passion. Spells that had no idea he would ever lie between them.

The minute he laid her down, everything shifted. The way he looked at her as he undid the buttons down the back of her gown, hands trembling slightly, jaw clenched like he was one second from unraveling.

“You ready?” he asked, voice hoarse, golden eyes glowing.

She reached up and cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “I’m yours, Dom. I’ve always been.”

He stripped her slowly. Worshipfully. Let the gown fall open to reveal bare skin glowing with moonlight and want. Her nipples peaked under his gaze alone, and his knuckles brushed over the swell of her breasts like they were sacred.

When he undressed, she sat up and helped him—sliding his shirt off his shoulders, kissing each scar she found on his arms. Her fingers traced his V-line, her lips brushing the skin just above the waistband of his pants.

He sucked in a breath when she undid the button, his cock already straining against the fabric.

“Gods, Lillith,” he rasped. “If you touch me like that, I’m not going to last long.”

“You don’t have to,” she whispered, crawling backward and spreading her thighs. “I want you desperate. I want you ruined.”

He groaned—guttural and broken—and joined her on the bed, the heat of his body pressing her into the mattress. She felt the weight of his cock against her thigh, thick and hot and perfect. When he slid his hand between her legs, she was already soaked.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through her folds. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, hips canting into his hand. “Please, Dom—fill me.”

He kissed her—deep and dirty.

Their mouths tangled like a spell halfway cast. Teeth grazed. Tongues slid. It was messy, needy, real . His hand wrapped around her thigh, lifting it high on his hip as he settled between her legs, the head of his cock hot and heavy against her soaked entrance.

“Look at me,” he growled, voice cracking under the weight of want. “I want to see you when I take you.”

Lillith did.

She met his gaze, eyes wide, lashes damp, lips parted with ragged breath as he rocked forward and began to push in.

Her back arched sharply, hips jerking as he breached her—slow, unrelenting, thick . The stretch was a sweet, brutal ache that dragged a choked gasp from her throat.

“Oh gods—Dom?—”

His jaw clenched as her pussy gripped him. “So fucking tight,” he hissed. “It’s like your cunt’s trying to pull me deeper.”

She was. Her body opened for him, took him in inch by inch, impossibly full. Her thighs quivered, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, clinging like she might fall straight through the bed if she let go.

The pressure bloomed into pleasure, white-hot and dizzying.

Each pulse of his cock nudging deeper made her feel split open and rewired—like he was sinking into her soul, not just her body.

She whimpered, squirmed, clenching around him reflexively.

“Gods— yes ,” she moaned. “You feel so good… so fucking full. I can feel every inch of you?—”

“I want you to,” he growled, bottoming out in one final, devastating thrust.

Lillith cried out—sharp and needy, her entire body trembling from the fullness. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him there, keep him buried where he belonged.

He didn’t move right away.

He just held himself inside her, one hand cradling the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip. His golden eyes searched her face like she was some holy relic, like the way her body fluttered around his cock was a sacred thing.

And then he began to move.

Long, slow thrusts that had her breath breaking in sobs. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip, then slid back in with a groan that sounded like it came from his bones.

Her pussy welcomed him with greedy squeezes, wet and hot and pulsing with every stroke.

The bed creaked under them, each thrust driving her higher. His cock dragged along every hypersensitive nerve inside her, grinding just right against her swollen clit when he rolled his hips forward.

Lillith couldn't think. Couldn’t speak. She could only feel —the obscene slick sounds of their bodies meeting, the sharp slap of his skin against hers, the sweat dampening his chest where it pressed to hers.

She clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him in deeper. “Don’t stop. Please. Just like that—fuck—just like that.”

“You love how my cock feels, don’t you?” His voice was a snarl against her ear. “You love how I stretch your sweet little pussy open.”

“Yes—yes— fuck , yes,” she gasped, writhing beneath him as another sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her core.

He slammed into her harder, pace building, driving his cock in deep and fast now. The head of it kissed something deep inside her—something that made her legs shake and her stomach coil.

“That’s it,” he growled, rutting into her like the beast beneath his skin was slipping loose. “Clench around me like that again and I’m gonna lose it.”

“Then fucking lose it,” she panted, grabbing his face and kissing him savagely. “I want all of you. All of it. I want your cum leaking out of me, mixing with the magic. I want to feel it.”

Dominic's control fractured.

He braced himself over her, muscles straining, sweat rolling down his temple as he fucked her hard and deep. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nails leaving trails of red down his back, and her cries—gods, her cries —they drove him feral.

“I want to come around your cock,” she moaned, nearly sobbing with how close she was. “I need you filling me while I fall apart?—”

“Then ask me,” he snarled, biting her earlobe. “Ask me to ruin you.”

She tilted her head, baring her neck. Not for a kiss.

For a claim.

Her voice shook with the force of what she was about to do.

“ Mark me. ”

“Lillith,” he growled, voice wrecked. “You know what that means.”

“I do. I want it. I want to belong to you. I choose this.”

He reared back slightly, eyes glowing gold, his magic rising like heatwaves off his skin. Then his mouth descended, slow and savage, and he bit—just above her hip.

Her cry echoed through the room.

Pleasure tore through her like spellfire. Her magic detonated beneath her skin as his teeth sank in, deep enough to draw blood, deep enough to bind.

Power rushed through her veins like starlight, lacing into his magic as he fucked her harder, the rhythm frantic now. She gripped his back, her nails raking down his shoulders as climax built again, fierce and unavoidable.

“Mine,” he growled, still buried inside her. “You’re mine now. Forever.”

“Then take it,” she screamed, shuddering as her orgasm slammed into her. “Take all of me.”

Light burst from the bite mark—gold and dusk and violet-tinged spellcraft. His cock throbbed deep inside her, and she felt his magic thread into her womb, her spine, her soul.

He roared as he came, spilling inside her, cock jerking as their magic sealed the bond. She felt every pulse of him, not just in her body, but in her spirit . The mark flared again—a glowing rune etched into her skin like molten gold.

She shook beneath him. Trembling. Glorious.

He cupped her face, breathing hard. “Lillith?”

Tears slid down her cheeks. “I’ve never felt so whole in my life.”

Dominic kissed each tear away, then the curve of her jaw, her lips, her throat.

They curled around each other under the slow warmth of cooling magic, skin still buzzing with the aftershock.

He brushed his thumb across the mark on her hip, reverently, then kissed it again.

“You’re mine.”

She nuzzled into his chest. “And you’re mine.”

No curses. No tethers.

Just soul-deep love, sealed in starlight and sex and blood.