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I narrow my eyes on him, struggling a little, but the pain forces me to stop and he leans down, biting on my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and then letting go with a pop.

“I think you just like fighting, I think you secretly love the idea of being married to me, you just want to fight and fuck.”

“Then fuck me and find out,” I taunt. He’s right, but shit.

He narrows his eyes on me and smashes his lips to mine again, sweeping his tongue in and tangling it with mine.

Groaning into his mouth, I press my chest further against his, my pussy already wet from our fight.

Kicking my leg out, I knock him over. He stumbles, falling into me, and we tumble to the sand behind me.

I grunt into his mouth as he knocks my breath away by landing on top of me, but it got me where I wanted to be, so I can’t complain.

He rips my shirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra, before he flicks open my jeans and pulls them from my legs, tossing them behind him as he takes me in from head to toe, licking his lips as he does so.

I want to get back at him, I want him as pissed and wild as I am, so I grin and slowly sit up.

He frowns, but I just laugh as I flip to show him my back.

It’s silent for a moment and I hold my breath, wondering how he will react.

I shouldn’t have worried, not for a moment.

After all, this is the man who just married me without even telling me.

“Soulmate,” he snarls, his fingers tracing around the tattoos I got.

“I-Is that a Seeker symbol?” His voice is raspy and sends a shiver of need through me as he presses his whole body against my back, fitting himself behind me like a glove and whispering into my ear, his warm breath hitting the shell.

“Did you mark me on your body? So everyone would know?”

“Don’t get too big headed, I just liked the symbol,” I tease, and his hand wraps around my throat from behind, just a warning with no real pressure, but it makes my heart race and my nipples pebble as I push back into him. “Yes, it’s your symbol, and Major’s above it.”

“You marked me on your body,” he repeats.

“You marked me on yours,” I fire back, almost rubbing against him now from the way he is holding me still without even thinking. His strength astounds me and sends lust pouring through my veins, making my pussy drip.

“Do you know what this means, soulmate?” he purrs, his voice low as he licks at my ear, his hand tightening slightly.

“What?” I almost groan, needing him inside me .

“I can see my mark on you as I fuck you from behind. Fuck, just thinking about it has me nearly exploding. Thinking of you writhing beneath me, fighting me as I take you, my brand standing out against your skin.”

Sands below, what a fucking image.

“Then why don’t you?” I dare, pushing into his hand, cutting off my breathing as he nibbles at my ear. He roughly pulls me back against him, my ass slamming into his hard bulge, which he rubs there.

His hand releases my throat and I almost whine out loud as he laughs into my ear. “Bastard,” I mutter.

He slips his fingers down my belly before slipping into my panties and cupping my wet pussy.

I bite my lip to stop myself from groaning, then press down into his hands, spreading my thighs for him.

He strokes me, murmuring dirty nothings in my ear before he pulls his hand away, leaving me panting and on the edge of just throwing him to the ground and fucking his brains out.

“Dray,” I warn and he laughs into my ear again, and I go to turn but he presses his hand into the middle of my back, pushing me to the sand.

I fall to my hands and knees, and he kicks my legs open farther, yanking off my panties in one move, letting warm air caress my exposed pussy and ass as I feel him shift behind me.

Leaning on my forearms, I wiggle my ass backwards, needing him inside of me.

A swat lands on my ass, making me moan at the fire that races through my cheek, I push back and he does it again and again, his hits getting harder and harder.

I know this will hurt tomorrow, in a good way, and I can’t stop the moans leaving my lips as I rock against thin air, the pain climbing higher and higher, and then he grabs my hips, slams me back, and slides into me in one thrust, forcing a scream from my throat.

He is the only man I have ever screamed for and it takes me by surprise.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust, causing a bite of pain as I am forced to stretch around him as he pulls out and slams back in, again and again.

His hips hit my ass, chafing the already red cheeks, only adding to it as the pain meshes with pleasure.

“Dray,” I demand, pushing back into him as his hips slam into me, his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.

“Mine,” he growls, his hands biting into my hips as he bends over me and licks up my spine, circling the tattoo of his symbol before nipping at the skin there.

My breasts drag against the rough ground with each thrust, and everything blurs together.

It’s too much, my body is overwhelmed, and all I can do is hold on as he claims me here where we first met—our blood mixing into the sand below, his ring on my finger, and his mark on my back. How far we have come.

I push back to meet each thrust, and when he twists his hips and smacks my ass again, an orgasm rips through me, pulling another scream from my throat as I fight him just like he said I would.

My hands claw at the sand, and my body twists and turns beneath him with the power of the release blackening my eyes for a moment as I try to relearn how to breathe while he continues to fuck me ruthlessly through it, my pussy milking him.

He grabs my hair, winding it around his fist, and yanks me up on my knees, my back slamming into his chest as he deepens the angle.

Pain flows through me from my ass and I groan, not able to move much in this position, just taking his fucking as he builds me back up again.

“Please,” I groan, needing to come again.

He tilts my head to the side using his fist, pulling on the strands, and claims my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine as he dominates me.

He lets go of my hair before reaching between us and playing with my clit for a moment, making me moan into his mouth.

He drags his finger down my wet center and then presses it to my other hole, slipping just the tip in.

It sends me careening over the edge and I scream into his mouth, clawing at his arm and side, everything I can get my hands on as I shudder against him.

He roars into my mouth, yanking away from me as his hips stutter and he fills me with his come, then stilling behind me as we lean into each other, both sweaty messes and weak as hell.

I tumble to the sand and he follows me down, softening inside me before he slips free.

We both groan as he collapses on my back, panting as he shifts slightly to the side so he doesn’t crush me, and neither of us speaking.

Holy fucking sands below, that was incredible.

He lays an open-mouthed kiss over the tattoo, making me smile into the sand at the gentle way he does it.

It’s so opposite from the rough way he just fucked me.

He really is a contradiction, and I guess now my husband?

The thought doesn’t bother me as much anymore, and I know he wasn’t trying to control me, claim me, or make me any less.

He just wanted to show everyone that he loves me and that we belong to each other, and make the most out of whatever time we have left in his blood soaked world.

“I love you,” I say softly, and he wraps his arm around me, pulling me to my side and cuddling in behind me.

Fuck, I’m going to have sand in all sorts of places later.

“I love you always, wife,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my shoulder again, right over a scar.

“Crazy fucking husband,” I joke, and he groans behind me.

“Fuck, that’s hot on your lips. Say it again. ”

“You are insatiable.” I laugh as he presses against my sore red ass.

It goes quiet for a moment, as both of us become lost in each other’s arms, the joking and laughing of our men drifting to us on the night air.

Last time I got up and left, but now I regret that, so I promise to never regret a moment again.

“So, soulmate, want to fight or fuck?” he teases, repeating those same words he said to me last time.

“Both, always both.”