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Chapter twenty-three

D imitri groaned low in his throat while Astrid wiggled and ground against his cock, desperate to take his entire length.

He withdrew the butt plug from her mouth the moment she completed her task and chuckled.

His little neva slumped forward, limp and boneless, still suspended at the wrist by the talon on his wing.

He gently settled her on the bed. Astrid’s shoulders met his sheets, and she didn’t fight him. She was quiet and flushed with a sheen of perspiration.

His little neva was recovering and regaining her balance. Dimitri knew better than to believe he could fuck the fight out of her.

The shadows of his death magic churned around them, catching the golden stars lighting her soul in their current. She tasted exquisite—a sweetness spiced with her temper.

He unlatched the thin golden chains securing the plug in her ass and set the chains aside. She was still dressed in his shirt and topcoat. While he admired her naked body, he thoroughly relished fucking her while she wore his clothing.

Dimitri pulled out and Astrid slumped onto her side. Her midnight stare raked over him and stopped on his erection. Her brow squeezed together, and he chuckled.

Did she think I came?

“We’re not done,” Dimitri said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Put your ass back in the air.”

Her hand fisted over his sheet, and he wondered if she silently wished for the daggers he’d taken from her. He would take everything she had before he was done.

“Now,” he said, shrugging out of his jacket.

Astrid lifted her hips but angled herself away from him.

“Eyes on me,” Dimitri instructed.

Hatred iced her features as she met his gaze over her shoulder. If she begged, he might be kind and come on her instead of fucking her. But he wasn’t kind and his vicious neva would never beg.

“Pull the plug in your ass halfway out and push it back in,” he said.

Rage glittered against midnight. “No.”

Dimitri undid his cuff and shook his wrist. “Fuck your ass, neva, or I will.”

Notes of heat spiced the honeyed taste of her soul. Her rage was quick to ignite but tempered when she orgasmed in his arms. She would learn to crave him, to need him.

Astrid reached behind her and slipped her fingers under the flared base.

The sight of her made his cock ache. He could teach her obedience. And the way she responded… his little neva was so sensitive. The nobility at her court had no idea what lay beneath her silk.

She twisted her wrist, drawing the plug out. Then, she pressed it back in.

Dimitri took a seat and unlaced his shoes. “Again.”

Her lips parted as she continued.

“Take more of it,” Dimitri said as he stripped. “Good girl. Harder. Fuck yourself. Show me how much you want it.”

Her cheek pressed into the gray sheets as she panted. Dimitri climbed into bed, positioning himself behind her, but she didn’t stop.

“You’re so responsive,” Dimitri crooned. He teased her clit, coating his fingers in her arousal. “I’ll never share you, but you’ll know what it’s like to be fucked with all your holes filled.”

The flush across her cheeks deepened and Dimitri gripped the curve of her hip. The scent of her arousal spiked. The taste of her soul sweetened as he drank her essence. She was coming and trying to hide it from him.

Dimitri thrusted into her, burying himself deep. Her cunt pulsed around him, and he groaned. “You’re mine, neva. Fate delivered you to me.”

Her brow drew together, and she panted a breath, working the plug in and out of her ass. Dimitri couldn’t decide whether he preferred her bound while he worked her lithe body with toys or on his bed with her legs spread, instructing her.

He had eternity for both.

Dimitri pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Astrid was out of breath. her starless eyes staring to the ceiling. He hooked her knee and dragged her into him, smiling as her night-streaked nails bit into the muscle of his chest.

He thrusted into her, and she moaned, arching her back. She met his thrusts, raking her nails over his shoulders. Dimitri leaned down, holding her in the cage of his arms. His wings folded low, surrounding her. She clung to him, panting against his ear, but her magic didn’t snake over him.

“Slower,” she breathed. “Dimitri, you’re too big.”

“I’ll teach you to like it. You’ll crave me, Princess , ” he said, though he gentled his harsh strokes. He pressed all the way into her before rolling his hips and she choked on his name.

“You’ll take me here,” Dimitri said as his lips brushed her throat. “And here.” He thrusted into her, punctuating his words. “You’ll beg me to drink you while I fuck your ass.”

He drove into her, letting his pleasure build. It climbed each time Astrid screamed his name, intensified as her nails scored his back, and compounded each time her cunt squeezed his cock.

Dimitri pulled her closer, palming the back of her head. He fucked her harder as his pulse raced, so close to his release it agonized him. His back tensed and with a hard beat of his wings he came deep inside her.

His breaths were ragged as he lifted his head. Astrid’s lashes fluttered against her cheek. Her dark hair was damp with sweat, and her skin was flushed. He’d either taken too much of her soul or fucked her too hard for too long. Probably both.

“Let’s clean you off, neva,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She murmured unintelligible words but didn’t open her eyes. Dimitri lifted her out of the bed, and she curled into the cradle of his arms. Her breathing deepened, and slowly evened out before they even reached the ensuite.