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Lyric blinked awake, breath slow, body warm. The sheets shifted as she moved, cool fabric dragging over her bare skin.

Nidev’s bed.

Excitement fluttered through her as she swallowed, meeting an ache in her throat instantly. The pulsing reminder of what she’d done sent a mild shockwave through her stomach. She ran a hand over her face as she looked over the quiet room, wondering where he might be and what time it was.

She remembered her phone was in her backpack. She scooted out of the bed to find it, dragging the sheet from the bed and wrapping in it before tiptoeing to the kitchen while listening for any signs of him. She poked her head out, finding no signs of him then spotted her backpack near the door.

She hurried across the room and grabbed the phone from the side pocket, unlocking the screen.

Nidev: Make the bed before you leave.

A second text followed.

Nidev: Your next assignment begins now. I left something for you. A scent. Wear it today.

Her gaze swept the room. Left something where?

She went back to the room and saw something on the dresser. She hurried over and picked up the small dark bottle. Unlabeled.

She twisted off the cap and drew in a slow sniff. Oh. This was his smell. Cedar, smoke, and something else dark beneath it. He wanted her to wear it?

More like wear him . Not exactly a difficult assignment.

She pressed it to her pulse points—throat, wrists, the hollow between her breasts. She picked up her phone, making sure there were no other texts.

She gasped at seeing the time. “Shit!” Thirty minutes till her first class!

****

The phone buzzed.

Nidev glanced at the screen. Fucking Marsh Mate.

He took in a breath and hit the button. “Patches.”

“Thank fuck,” Patches muttered. “Was hoping I wouldn’t have to take a ride.”

Nidev lifted his business tablet, eyeing the schedule then remembered his marsh brothers had recently gotten the bite . “How’s that bite treating you?”

“Manageable.”

“You have a woman,” he remembered.

“I do,” Patches said. “Speaking of bites, how’s my favorite King doing? Last I heard, it was standing room only in your meetings.”

A twitch hit Nidev’s mouth. “I see we have a fucking mole.”

He let out a low laugh. “Maybe just a mole.”

“Probably those with holes to put their dicks in.”

“I didn’t ask,” Patches said with a shit eating tone. “What about you?”

“What about me? Is that why you called? To see if I had a wet hole to shove my psychotic obsessions in?”

“Ohhhh damn,” he chuckled. “That was pretty descriptive. You getting cold sweats and hot flashes?”

“You talk like it’s a medical condition . What I have is absolute and irreversible possession, a mind eating fungus turning me into a sexual psychopath.”

Patches’ low whistle crackled through the line. “You sounded kinda serious. Should I put you on suicide watch?”

Nidev shook his head. What the fuck he was wagging his tongue about it? “Only if I don’t get what I want.” Which he would.

Silence then a deep breath. “Hey, man,” he began quieter. “I’m not a priest, but if you tell me you’ve got a medical condition, I’m obligated to keep it to myself. Doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Nidev’s smirk was bitter. “There’s no medicine for my condition. Only a bullet. Maybe a silver one.”

“Well brother… you better make sure the bullet’s worth it. Talk to me,” he urged. “What’s your most immediate problem.”

“You mean the one blocking my sickness or feeding it?”

“I’ll trust you to decide that, King .”

The Marsh brothers were surely different, but they understood the weight of leadership just like they did. “Skul is my immediate problem.”

“Skul,” he murmured, curious. “He the smartass?”

Nidev didn’t care about that. “He sat in her apartment.”

“Oh,” Patches said in sudden understanding. “There’s a her. ”

“There is. And I wanted to slit his throat for it.”

“Oh damn,” he muttered, sounding familiar with the psychosis.

“I stood there while he was comfortable in her space and calculated how long it would take me to break every bone in his body. And then I walked away, because if I didn’t, she’d know I’m a monster. The problem isn’t her ever finding that out, it’s her finding it out before I can ruin her for anybody else.”

“Oh hell,” Patches’s said, actually sounding worried. “That’s some Nitro-level bat-shit crazy. I had to restrain him and when that fucker broke out, he came for me. I would be dead if I hadn’t managed to hit him with a full syringe of propofol. You know why he came for me? I tried to keep him from her because I thought he was going to kill her.”

Everything went cold in Nidev at hearing that. “You really believed that?”

“Brother,” he said, his breaths taking a downturn. “He was fucking her like an animal, putting messy gashes on her body with his teeth and drinking her blood. You tell me what you would’ve thought and done.”

“He hurt her?” Nidev forced out, a dark fear curling in his spine.

He let out a huge breath. “I thought he was,” he swore.

“But was he!”

“Yes, and fucking no. Turns out he could bite to kill and bite to heal. He was mate-biting. And that comes with a special saliva that not only preps the bite site, it injects a healing that allows him to take what he wants without killing her.”

Nidev had to stand at hearing that, his hands suddenly sweating. “What did she…”

“Oh, she fucking loved it, brother,” he said quieter than ever. “But at the time, it was a bizarre horror flick. One I nearly died in.”

“Is he still this way?”

“Fuck no,” Patches said in a breath of relief. “He learned to control it. But I’ll never forget that night. Every bat in the swamp came, swarming around the hospital when he’d turned, if you get my drift. “Was like they were… one with him, in the same frenzy that had a hold of his mind and body.”

“You think the bats did that?”

A single weird laugh escaped him. “No, no, no,” he said in mild awe. “He did that to the bats. Lesion called him a… Bayou Hematarch, or blood king. DNA forever fucking altered. But before you get too impressed, listen to this. Our Eveque? He gave Nitro blood after he was bitten. Saved his life. So that serum that Lesion prepared for Nitro? It interacted with Eveque’s blood more than his. Can you guess what happened when he took the fucking bite?”

“What the fuck ,” Nidev muttered, pissed. “Where was this information when we took the bite?”

“Not available yet!” he blurted, still being quiet. “Eveque took the bite after the Creole Kings did.”

“Christ,” he muttered, pacing in his office now. “So what, is he the father of the blood king?”

“Honestly don’t know what the hell he is yet. Lesion is studying his blood. But before you panic—”

“Too fucking late.”

“Hear me out, just… hear me out,” he pled. “There’s only one thing you need to know about all of this and it’s that this power, this insanity, will not hurt the woman it mates with. But it will sure as hell hurt everything else or anything else in her vicinity. And I don’t mean threats in her vicinity—I mean that shit you said earlier—him breathing her air? That kind of threat. It gives a whole new meaning—no, chapter— for obsession and possession. Which brings us back full circle to what’s standing in your way. Because I do know another thing about this. You need to lock this power into a woman. Because we still don’t know a lot about what happens if you don’t.”

He froze at that. “What does that mean?”

“Lesion’s still studying it. There’s a lot of unexplored properties, namely what happens to it if it’s not acted on. Does it grow, does it fade, does it become unstable, does it merge and if so, how? Those are not questions you want zero answers to.”

“All I heard was the justification to have her immediately.”

“Right. Skul is somehow in your way. But you can’t kill him.”

“I fucking know that,” he shot out. “But the only reason I wouldn’t kill him is because it could cost me having her, you see how sick that is?”

“You definitely need to mate with her. Oh fuck,” he said.

“ What. ”

He chuckled lowly. “I just remembered why I called you. What’s Skul’s gift again?”

“Sight. Interpretation. He sees things others miss.”

Another amazed, sneaky chuckle. “Well, I’ve got a situation,” he all but bragged. “One of our swamp families. Father’s showing signs of dementia, but it’s progressing too fast. Doesn’t fit medical standards. He refuses to come in for a check-up and he’s been wanting to leave the swamp, doesn’t like being told what he can and can’t do.”

Nidev’s jaw ticked at that news. “You think whatever’s wrong with him might be from outside the swamp?”

“No clue. I just know the old man’s too stubborn to follow rules about staying put and I need somebody to take a look see at him. Our Seer’s too fucked up over what happened with Eveque—so I can’t call him. But if the idiot’s been wandering out of—”

“Say no more.”

“Ah shit. The family’s located in 8-Bit’s Hatch. If Skul goes, he’ll likely talk to him since that’s his jurisdiction.”

“But aren’t you the hoard’s doctor? Pull medical rank. I’m sure you have exceptions or can create one.”

“Damn, you’re right. I actually do, during wartime. Well, that solves that.”

Nidev made his way back to his desk, eyeing the time.

“Oh, and ,” Patches added with extra weight. “There’s a daughter there. Single. Only child. Soft-spoken type, takes care of her parents. A real submissive beauty in the eyes of a bat-bitten King with… needs .”

Nidev was officially impressed. “It’s like you’re in bed with Karma and she really likes the ride.” Relief planted his ass hard in his chair.

“You’re welcome. You can come over here and organize my band-aids for payment.”

“Very tempting,” Nidev said, resisting the bat-reflex to just hang up now that he had his Lyric issues solved. “I’ll have Skul call you immediately for all the details.”

“You got it. I’ll have my pack of lies ready.”

****

Lyric’s pulse thrummed beneath her skin, fingers clutching the strap of her backpack like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Every step toward Nidev’s apartment felt heavier, pushing her forward with a momentum that was equal parts dread and need. The need to please. The dread of failing. The need to be good enough. The dread of not. The need to have him, have all of him. The dread of not.

The scent she’d worn for him clung to her skin, the musky warmth settling into her senses like a brand. Wearing it all day had been like carrying him with her, a presence she couldn’t escape and never wanted to.

Between classes, she’d gotten several looks, and nearly panicked. Were they smelling him? Surely everybody in the school knew that smell by now. And she had enough of him on her to be unmistakable. What were they thinking? She knew what she’d be thinking. That she’d spent way more than a class with him.

She still couldn’t believe she was the lucky student that got to be with him. It felt like a fluke. A glitch. And God, had she ever been with him. The things he’d made her do she’d never ever done before, not even close. And the way he responded to it, how nasty he was with her, the things he said.

She took a slow breath through the sudden inferno the thoughts brought to her body. Her whole day was filled with him. What they’d done, the sounds he’d made, the sounds she’d made, the feeling of his hot cum on her body. Have mercy. And yet, none of it came close to that initial text he’d sent. She’d read it so many times. And each time it read more and more like something eternal, not temporary. It wasn’t technically a marriage contract but it sure read like one to her. The idea that it might be, put her over the moon. Which was a scary place to be, especially if she was wrong.

Lyric stood in front of his door in her school uniform now that she knew he liked her in it. The pulse between her legs ached, making her hyper aware of her wet panties. She drew a slow, steadying breath before knocking.

This time when the door swung open, his gaze swept over her in a single, precise pass. Whatever he found in her appearance, her posture, her expression, he kept it to himself as he stepped aside. It was the most brutal moment of every meeting. That initial look he gave her. She tried not to let it mean so much but couldn’t seem to help it.

She entered.

The door clicked shut.

“Sit,” he ordered, gesturing to the side of the room with his desk.

There was a chair before it and she made her way over, lowering into it, spine straight, hands clenched together in her lap, thighs glued shut.

He didn’t sit at his desk, he stood before it, which put him exactly in front of her. “Tell me.”

She cleared her voice, her gaze catching on his massive cock bulge as she lowered her head.

“Look at me.”

His voice was firm but soft and she snapped her head up and answered, “You wanted to see how it affected me. To feel you with me all day, even when you weren’t there. And…” She hesitated, fully aware she was giving three answers. “To see if I’d obey.”

His expression remained unchanged. The usual cold, clinical Nidev.

“And which of those do you believe is the correct answer?”

She swallowed. “The…first one. You wanted to see how it affected me.”

His gaze held steady. “Yes, I did.” His voice was still calm but detached. “But that’s not why.”

The small piece of approval was snatched away before she could even hold it. His eyes remained locked on hers, expression giving nothing away. The silence was worse than if he’d torn her answer apart. His stillness held a cold, unforgiving edge, making her wonder if she’d done something wrong.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Her muscles clenched as she rose on shaky legs, her fingers tightening against her thighs, the only anchor against the judgement threaded through his voice and what she felt coming next.

“Take off your clothes.”

A mix of relief and desire hit her, making her mouth dry as she obeyed. Obedience was all she had to offer when understanding was a lost cause. The blouse slid from her shoulders, then her skirt pooled at her feet. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall away. Her panties followed.

She stood before him, her breathing ragged in the silence coiling around her.

He didn’t look at her body in the way a man looked at something he desired. His gaze was assessing, dissecting. Cold.

“On your knees.”

She sank down to the cool floor, lifting her eyes to his.

He leaned against the edge of his desk, palms on either side. “Take my cock out.”

Oh God, yes. She gave a soft gasp, fumbling with his zipper, finally pulling it free. The heat of him pulsed against her skin, thick and huge, bringing a painful ache to every part of her.

“Suck it till I come.”

Her breaths shook as she wrapped her hands around the base and filled her mouth with him, moaning like something starved, at how good he tasted and felt.

His low, hot moan shot sparks in her clit, and she descended further, eager to do something that he really liked. “Did you touch yourself today, young lady?”

She gasped around his cock at hearing the teacher student term, pulling up to answer. “No, Mr. Nidev.”

His fingers sank into the curls on the top of her head, forcing her back to the job.

“Was your pussy drenched all day? Moan long for yes, short for no.”

She gave a long moan, getting more of his thick breaths when she brought the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

“You liked sucking my cock.”

His tone accused, promising punishment and she answered with a desperate, long moan, placing her hands on his thick hips, wanting to do that throat trick he’d taught her.

He answered her back with a groan that felt like a coming wrath. “You liked throating me, young lady?”

Her entire pussy clenched, and she gave her longest moan, the pleasure becoming dizzying when he held her head in both his huge hands, holding her still while gently fucking her throat.

His breaths were deep, measured, and mind-blowingly hot. “Since you didn’t understand what it means to carry me,” he said, his voice low and merciless as his cock pumped faster and faster against her throat, “…then you’ll wear me everywhere.”

His fingers clamped down in her hair and he jerked his cock from her mouth, holding her still while he came right on her, his every breath seething groans.

Lyric gasped with the spurts of hot liquid hitting all over her face, fighting to catch some on her lips and tongue.

“Time to make my naughty girl beg,” he said, yanking her to her feet by her arms. His hands gripped her head on either side with the plunge of his tongue in her mouth. His fingers smeared the cum on her skin with a hungry, nasty moan that had her panting and dizzy.

He lifted her by her thighs and turned, dropping her onto the desk and catching her gasp with his mouth. The one hand on her jaw was ruthless, the other one a biting pull in her hair. He forced her head back while he drowned her with his tongue and hot breath.

“Finger your cunt,” he ordered right in her mouth. “Let me hear how needy you are. How desperate.”

She shoved her finger inside herself, mewling and moaning.

He yanked her hand from her pussy and sucked the juices off her fingers with a rough growl, teeth scraping her skin, fierce gray eyes nailed on her. “My filthy student tastes like she needs to be punished.”

He shoved her legs open and put her heels on the edges of the desk. She cried out when he slid the head of his cock up and down her slit, his breaths thick and jagged as he stroked himself, pushing only the head in her opening.

“Please,” she panted, fighting to get more.

“Please,” he seethed, grunting. “Your tight cunt only gets a taste.”

“I’ll be good,” she gasped, flicking her hips.

“I know,” he said, his hand fisting her hair as he kissed her again. He kept his mouth on hers as he jack-hammered his cock in his fist, only letting the head fuck her opening.

“I’m going to fill your cunt up with what you crave. Then your ass. I’ll be everywhere, inside and out.”

She grabbed his wrist when his orgasm hit, fighting to pull his cock in but it was like pulling on a cement wall. She rubbed her clit, getting iron fingers snatching her wrist away while his hot cum dripped out of her pussy and leaked between her butt cheeks.

Her pulse was an erratic mess pounding against her ribs as his gaze pinned her. His hands slid down her sides to her butt, lifting her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he turned and sat on the desk.

“Don’t let go,” he murmured at her mouth, one arm a tight band at her back while he stroked slowly along the crack of her ass with his other hand. He stared right into her eyes as his finger gently teased at her ass.

Worried, hot gasps shook from her as her legs tightened.

“I think this tight little button needs something.”

“Mr. Nidev,” she gasped, his finger pushing a little more, threatening to penetrate.

“What is it, young lady?”

“I…”

“Yes?” he murmured, pushing the tip in her.

“Oh!” she panted, staring at him, scared and aroused with the nasty moan he gave.

“Feel it,” he ordered, his breaths thickening, the tip barely moving, gentle in and out prods. “Let it feel good.” He leaned and kissed her parted mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re going to take my cock here,” he whispered, pushing his finger a little deeper as fear and anticipation strobed through every nerve.

He pressed his other hand on her lower back, working her pussy against his hard abs, the ache in her clit making her squirm and pump for it. “That’s it,” he whispered, helping her, his mouth right at hers, feeling her every frantic breath.

“Mr. Nidev!” she cried when he sank his finger deeper into her butt, the aching throb in her clit mixing with the new feeling.

“So fucking tight here, young lady,” he whispered, moving slowly, in and out, in and out. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, placing delicate kisses while she gasped and flicked her pussy on him.

“Oh,” she gasped, digging her heels into his body while holding the hard muscles in his neck. He pushed his finger all the way in and the shock of it fought the fire in her clit. His breaths were low and thick, scraping in his chest as he fucked her butt with deep strokes.

“Tell me when you’re close, my filthy angel,” he whispered, his hand forcing her clit to grind against him.

“Oh God, Mr. Nidev,” she gasped, when the two sensations collided into something unimaginable.

He stood again and put her back on the desk, a bereft moan wrenching from her chest. “On your knees,” he ordered, his hands already guiding her.

She knelt on the desk with her butt facing him, everything between her legs full and aching as she looked over her shoulder.

“Open your knees wide.”

She eased them apart along the desk, already trembling as his hands guided her hips lower.

“Mmm,” he murmured, stroking his thumb on her ass then sliding it into her pussy. “My dirty fucking girl,” he whispered, moving in and out till she was desperate and throbbing, flicking her hips to get more, force him deeper, faster. His other hand gripped her butt cheek, helping her, his fingers nearly bruising.

When her moans became non-stop, he slowly withdrew his thumb and slid it up, applying a soft wet pressure on her butt, that locked her muscles up. His other hand softened then moved up and down her spine. “That’s it,” he whispered, pushing his thumb in her butt. “Take it in.”

“Nidev,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m here, angel,” he murmured, his lips suckling on her butt cheek as his finger moved in and out of her.

“Oh!” she gasped, his other hand whispering over her clit. “Nidev… Don’t stop.”

His hand landed on her ass with a shocking pop that jolted her. “ Mr . Nidev,” he corrected, making her pussy quiver.

He tugged her hips lower, and she locked up at feeling the head of his cock sliding against her butt.

The promise of pain wrecked into the fire as she fought to look over her shoulder.

“My Doo-nie,” he whispered like a dark secret, fingers gliding on her clit again as the huge crown remained poised against her butt, unmoving. He splayed his hand over the bottom of her back again, gently rocking her against the pressure while bringing a slow boil in her clit.

“It’s too big,” she panted, even as her hips moved and chased his ghosting touch over her throbbing ache.

“It is,” he shuddered, the lust in his voice boiling her. He slid his thumb gently along the perimeter where the crown pressed. “Relax for me.” He created a lapping motion, increasing the pressure with the head. “Breathe out. Push against me with that muscle,” he murmured, the tip of his thumb sliding between his cock and her butt. “This muscle here…” he urged, pressing right on the opening, his breath thick. “Flex it for me.”

She gasped several times, pushing against his thumb with that part of her.

“Good girl,” he praised, when it drew the tip in. “Do it again.”

The worry in her moans lessened as she felt and understood what he was teaching her.

“You have a hungry little muscle,” he purred, sounding eager to feed it, his thumb pushing further in, very slowly. “Let it suck my finger.”

Her breaths strained as she flexed, earning his eager groan. “That’s a good girl.” He stroked her lower back, helping her rock again. “Mmm. Your sweet ass is sucking my finger.”

He was back at her clit, tormenting, barely feeding the painful ache. She chased the fire again, moving her hips and engaging that flex. This time the two feelings merged into something that staggered her moans.

“There it is,” he whispered, building a rhythm that combined the sensations into a single pleasure.

A soft moan rode out on her sigh when muscles began to loosen and open for him, drawing in more pleasure.

“That’s it,” he urged, his finger sliding deep in her ass again. “Keep sucking it just like that.”

He eased his thumb from her butt and the return of his huge crown brought instant worry back to her moans.

“I have you,” he soothed, his hand caressing and massaging her lower back. “Trust me, Doo-nie.”

It was a command and a reminder that she did. Her breaths shook in and out, muscles trembling.

“Relax baby,” he urged, his thumb coaxing the skin around the thick head.

Oh God. Her pulse hammered in her chest as she strained to see him over her shoulder, fighting the instinct to lock her muscles. His fingers stroked over her mouth, and she moaned when his middle one slipped in.

“Stroke your clit very softly,” he instructed while fucking her mouth. “And very slowly.”

She obeyed and the heat quickly reached feverish, her moans stretching longer, her muscles loosening more.

“Good girl,” he coaxed softly, removing his finger from her mouth and massaging her lower back again. “Get your pussy nice and hot.”

Her moans sharpened, sending his warning.

“Slower,” he corrected on exhale, his fingers kneading along her lower back. “ Much slower.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her body trembling and aching for him.

The pressure on her butt suddenly increased, shooting her pulse up. “Nidev,” she panted.

“Relax the muscle, angel,” he instructed, his fingers shadowing hers on her clit. “You’re going to suck my crown.”

He suddenly smacked her ass, and she cried out when the head barely penetrated.

“Good girl,” he shuddered, holding her still. “Relax it.”

“I…I can’t,” she whimpered, need and worry making her shake from the fullness in her butt.

“You can,” he assured, spanking her ass again, forcing the instinctual flex and drawing him in more. “Fuck,” he groaned, his breaths dark rasps as his hand moved slowly up her spine. “You’re sucking it perfectly.”

His massive penis in that tight space had every muscle locked up and shaking. Everything shook. Her breaths, her whimpers, her fingers no longer moving over her clit.

Both hands moved slowly and firmly over her back and sides. “Feel it,” he instructed with a whisper, his fingers easing onto her shoulder and slowly tightening. His other hand sank into her curls. “Feel me own every bit of you.”

Her heart slammed her chest as she felt something in him building. She could only gasp and whimper, fighting back her fears.

“Tell me,” he whispered, the hand on her shoulder suddenly loosening, gliding down her arm with a precise gentleness. “Tell me you want it.”

His head pulsed with the order, bringing a wave of pain and pleasure. He found her hand and moved it to her pussy, making her touch it. “Get it hot.”

He shadowed her motions with a low groan of filthy approval before finding her opening and sliding two fingers in her. “Tell me.”

The added fullness seized her breath and muscles as she moved her fingers slowly over her clit.

He stroked the wall of her pussy where his cock was going with a nasty groan that ate through her fears.

“I want it,” she gasped, her fingers bringing fire to her clit. “I want you .”

The head of his cock pulsed with his exhale, a slow gravely sound in his chest. He tightened his fingers in her hair and gently tugged her head back, sending a thrilling ripple through her as she fought to bring the pleasure higher, rubbing her clit faster.

“Your cunt is soaking my fingers.” The observation warned of a sin needing to be punished. “You know what I want, angel.”

God, she did, and she wanted to give it to him exactly the way he wanted.

He tugged her hair and pushed in another inch.

“Oh!” she panted, fighting to merge it with the pleasure.

His groans were ragged as he eased his fingers from her pussy and stroked her butt cheek, digging hard into the muscle. His hand suddenly lifted then struck with a jolting force, her scream and muscle spasm drawing his cock deeper. He spanked her again—another inch. And again, even harder— another inch .

“ Motherfuck ,” he grit, pausing, pulsing, breathing.

He rubbed her ass while she fought to recapture the pleasure. Oh God he was huge. She was back to trembling from the shocking feel of him there and how good it felt for him.

She breathed her way through it, embracing the sensation. Letting herself feel the difference. The obscenely nasty pleasure brought a terrifying thrill.

She moaned when his fingers tightened in her hair then gave another painful smack on her ass.

More stretching—more inches—more frantic panting.

While hot lust poured from his chest and brought her fingers into a swirling frenzy over her clit.

“Lyric,” he moaned, holding her hip in his hard fingers and barely moving her on him.

“Nidev,” she gasped, feeling the incredible pressure merge into the fire.

“ Fuck your Dominus,” he breathed, barely pulling his cock back.

Her body jolted with another hard spank. Then another. Each bringing him deeper.

He pushed her chest to the desk then took hold of her hips with both hands, lust wrecking his breaths. In one, slow, stroke, he went to the very bottom of her.

The steady pulse of his cock, his guttural breaths, the pleasure, the pain, it all blurred into one as she rubbed her clit until her body shook violently.

His hands flexed on her hips with the slow withdraw of his cock, every inch bringing a spasming heat in her pussy. “Oh God,” she gasped, her muscles seizing as her climax sucked her under and tore through her.

“Oh fuck,” he swore, pressing on the center of her back, his hips moving, faster and faster, twisting the orgasm into something monstrous. She clenched her eyes, her fists, her breaths when his hips hit her ass in powerful blows, jolting her against the desk, tearing her apart from the inside out.

Then his body surged with a guttural sound and pressed tight against her while their breaths filled the air, his ragged and uneven, hers wisps of frail, shredded air.

He finally slowly eased back, his fingers trembling as they trailed over her skin, her face and shoulder.

Her frame quivered beneath him as he very slowly, very carefully removed his cock. Her muscles shivered and clung to him, a primal instinct to prevent the unraveling of a bond. One that felt sacred and special. And dangerous.

He’d gone deeper than pleasure. Deeper than feeling.

He scooped her up from the desk and cradled her in his arms, kissing her between breaths, sealing the moment in an almost warm secrecy. He carried her to his room and laid her down like something precious and fragile, his lips adoring and sweet as they moved along her face.

“You wrecked me, angel,” he croaked at her ear, fingers gliding softly. “Rest.”

Her body sang with bubbling warmth as he continued kissing and caressing every inch of her body. While her bones melted. While her heart succumbed to the ruin. While her soul lay stripped and bare.

He owned her.

Just as he vowed.

Just as he promised.