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We were messy. We came together like a storm as I pulled him closer.

He moved overtop me so my legs could wrap around his waist, and when his hips lowered, and I felt every hard inch of him, I knew I could die like this.

The feeling could kill me. The need for this man could rip my soul from my body, and I wouldn’t regret it.

Because having all of him was all I wanted in life.

Gods and magic be damned.

The head of Brekt’s cock played at my entrance as he kissed me. I had waited so long for this, denied pleasure and happiness for too many years.

I am done fucking waiting.

Reaching down between us, I grabbed him, earning a groan of pleasure that rattled in his chest. I guided him to where I needed him, arching my hips up.

He understood what I wanted, and I cried out when, in one thrust, he pushed his cock to the hilt, filling me and driving me back on the bed. I screamed his name.

My life would never be the same after feeling this man fill me. He was big. He was hard. He was warm. He was everything.

Brekt didn’t take me gently, didn’t waste a moment of our time or wait for me to adjust to his size. He knew I chose pleasure over comfort, chose this war over safety.

Because, how I felt right now, it was dangerous. The two of us could bring the world to heel. We could topple mountains and carve canyons, and I would do it for him.

Brekt moved his hips, thrusting into me, holding me by the shoulders so I wouldn’t slide any farther. He fucked me hard and with a steady pace that had my heart racing. He ground me into the mattress, and when his fangs scraped along the skin of my neck, I clawed at his back.

He clawed at the bed. Literally. Next to my ear, I heard the sound sheets ripping. When I tilted my face to the side, I found long claws where nails should be, making a mess of my mattress, and the crystals pulsed with the same rhythm as Brekt’s fucking.

It was so wild and raw.

I dug my nails into his back as I came again. Locking his hips into place, clamping down on him when he was seated all the way inside me, I rode wave after wave of pleasure, grinding myself against him.

Brekt fucked like I was the air he needed to survive.

He pushed himself up so he could look down at me. He watched me as he slowly pulled himself out, still hard and wanting more. He moved so that he was straddling my knees. “As much as I love seeing your face flushed?—”

Brekt grabbed me by the hips and flipped me so fast I couldn’t react. I was on my stomach, facing the main door, and I wanted to rebel against him. I wanted to look at him! Not the room.

But when he grabbed my hips and pressed into me, I stopped squirming and played along. I pushed myself back against him, and he drove in deep. So unbelievably deep. I thought I saw stars. It could have been my magic.

His arms swallowed me up, with one banded around my waist, another around my neck, as he pinned me to the bed. His mouth came to my neck, and he thrusted once. I swallowed back a cry.

He thrust again, and I moaned.

He thrust again, and my cheek grew wet with tears.

It was euphoric. Being in his arms. Him inside me. No barriers, no secrets and nothing to stop us.

I got an arm loose and pulled more crystals toward me. I was overheating. I was sparking. Igniting. Brekt had to be feeling it, too.

His arm around my waist loosened, and a hand landed near my head. Claws sank into the sheets. Fangs scraped my neck.

He was definitely feeling it, too .

Having the beast at my back should have been unnerving. Having the fangs at my neck should have been terrifying. I had toyed with the idea of meeting death so many times, and now I was playing a new game.

Death and sex were lovers, beast and magic. We weren’t ending the world—Brekt and I were making a new one.

With a growl, he lifted himself, grabbed my hips, and pulled me back toward the edge of the bed, leaving me on all fours. He placed one knee beside mine, half standing, while he pounded into me.

The sounds he made would be seared into my mind until my last breath. They were pure, masculine pleasure, and I would worship him to hear those sounds every night. I would worship him like the legend he was.

“Nothing feels like you, Liv. Tight, hot, wet. Mine. I could fuck you like this forever.”

I screamed into the mattress as he pounded harder, fucking me like he was desperate.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“Brekt?” I looked over my shoulder to see him hunched over.

Sparks of light ignited next to his face and he winced.

He stepped back, holding a hand up to me so I wouldn’t move.

“Are you?—”

His lips curled back, his fangs growing. His skin darkened as pieces flaked away. He staggered away from the bed and dropped into a chair. He leaned over, lowering his head into his hands.

I climbed off the bed and his head snapped up. He found another bucket of crystals and dumped them all around the chair.

I looked over my shoulder to find the bed full of glowing crystals. We were on the third bucket. Or was it the fourth?

Brekt was battling the Aspis and losing.

But when I looked back, what I found was a half-beast watching me with pure lust written all over his face.

Brekt wasn’t lying when he said he liked being the Aspis.

He was pumping himself, sitting on the chair, smirking at me.

His chest was rising and falling, his scars lit by the tiny bursts of light around the room.

“Pain for pleasure, love. Now, get on my lap and ride.” He held out a hand to bring me to him.

Crystals dug into my knees as I climbed the chair and settled into his lap.

I grabbed his face, kissing him, and found he was hard and ready beneath me.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I had never been in this position before, had never ridden a man.

With only one lover before him, one who hadn’t shown me all that sex could be, I wasn’t sure I would know how to do this, but my desire for him led the way.

I seated myself on him, and he reached a place inside me he hadn’t before. My clit scraped against him as his cock hit that spot deep inside, and the power that surged through me was not from the magic but from pure feminine prowess. It was life-altering.

“You feel so good.” I bit his lip, holding his stare. I lifted myself up and dropped back down, earning a pleasured moan from him.

He grabbed my hips, lifting me and holding me above him.

When he had me in place, he thrusted upward, setting the pace, and taking control.

I held onto him, watching the many faces he made as he took his pleasure.

Pain and joy and ecstasy and need. Brekt’s pace increased.

Faster and faster and so much harder. He took me, hovering above him.

The fire behind him roared and outgrew the fireplace. The sparks crackled in my ear. The crystals around the room glowed and pulsed. Light enveloped the room as I became pure energy.

I came again, head thrown back, riding every inch of Brekt.

With him pumping inside me, I felt every vibration as he shuddered, his hands squeezing harder.

He pulled me down on his lap, rolling his hips into me as he came.

His hands gripped so hard it hurt, but I loved it.

I loved how his body jerked underneath when he lost control and emptied himself inside me.

He slowed, but continued moving, pumping several more times until spent.

I fell against him, burying my face in his neck, feeling his quickened pulse.

He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me, keeping me seated on his lap, right where I wanted to be.

We were both panting.

The room was much darker now—half the candles were out, and the fire was nearly embers—the glow of the crystals provided most of the light.

I stayed there, melted against Brekt.

“I don’t think I can move.” My voice was husky.

Brekt kissed my temple, healing broken pieces of me that had been buried deep, parts that had been alone for too many years. A rush of emotions flooded my heart.

“Then don’t, love. This is where you belong.”

I was home.

I would never let him go.