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His thumb pressed against my windpipe, steady and possessive, reminding me I was his to claim. I pushed away the thought that he could cut off my supply of air at any moment, filled with complete trust in him.

I closed my eyes, panting, focusing on the feeling of him inside me, the heat building, the tension growing in my middle with each of his movements. My breath came in tremors as I battled the rising feeling, holding myself there, balancing on the edge, waiting for him—aching for his command.

“Let yourself go, wildflower,” he moaned as he drove into me harder. “Give in to it—give in to me.”

I opened my eyes to his ravenous, glowing gaze.

His length pounded into me, hitting the perfect spot again and again, small moans falling from my lips each time our centers crashed together.

I bit my lip as my walls clenched around him, the pressure mounting, concentrated flames building in my clit.

“Just like that, wildflower. You’re going to scream for me.

” His hand on my shoulder tightened, his thumb pressing deeper into my throat, his other hand pinning me in place as his thrusts turned savage.

White-hot fire tore through my core, each thrust unraveling me until the edges of my vision blurred and I burst apart under him.

His savage strokes, his brutal claiming of me undid me in the best way—a way I wanted and didn’t know how to ask for.

There was nothing else but the relentless pounding of his cock as my walls gripped him and I fell over the edge.

He growled his approval. “Good girl, wildflower. Come for me.” My moan snagged under the weight of his thumb. My body convulsed, wild with need, every pulse of pleasure sharp as it flowed through me. “Your cunt is grasping me like the good fucking girl you are.”

He slid his hand from my throat to my hip, fresh air hitting my lungs.

My cunt still throbbed around him, clenching in helpless waves, desperate to hold him even as I quivered from the fire in every nerve.

His voice grew darker, his thrusts more intense, the soft material of his pants rubbing against my inner thighs.

“More,” he groaned, his voice cracking. “Again. I need to feel you come on me again.”

He dug his fingers into my hip flesh. “Fuck. Briar—”

“Again.” The word was little more than a feral groan, not a command but a plea. He flicked his hips forward as I clung to his shoulders.

His pace lost all precision, his thrusting wild and relentless. “Again, wildflower. Come for me again.”

His cock thickened inside me, stretching me to the edge of pain. My body jolted, a broken sound escaping my throat as coils of heat gathered again. “I—”

“Take it,” Lorcan growled, his hands drawing me farther onto him.

“Every.”

“Inch.”

My hand twitched as I released his wrist, lifting my fingers toward my lips.

“You can do this.” His fingers trembled on my hips. “You can.” His thrusts slammed into me. I struggled to breathe under his relentless assault of my cunt.

I dropped my hand to the table. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted all of this—every dark, evocative bit of him.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Such a good girl.”

“Lorcan—” My words broke, his fingers bruising my sides as he slammed my cunt onto him again and again.

“Fuck.” The word ripped from him, his cock ramming into me. “I need you—”

“Come now.” Another vicious thrust. “Please.” His words sounded as though he were begging.

He continued to pound my cunt with his cock.

His hand brushed my inner thigh, and I braced myself—every nerve aflame, waiting for his touch on my most sensitive, swollen nub to send me over the edge as he fucked me.

“Come hard,” he ordered, his cock and two fingers ramming into me, his fingers curling unrelentingly into my front wall.

“Lorcan!” My scream tore from my lips. “Fuck!” My cunt clenched hard around his cock and fingers, falling into a place of madness where everything but ecstasy fell away. The agony tangled with rapture, every nerve in my body caught in his relentless rhythm—his ruin of me brutal and exquisite.

“God, yes.” With a growl low in his chest, his body shuddered, driving into me with a violent thrust, his hand holding me in place with his hooked fingers.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, unsure if my body hurt or sang—only that I wanted this surrender, wanted to be taken until I couldn’t tell the difference.

I shook with abandon, drowning in the euphoria.

A raw, feral sound reached me as he drove even deeper, burying his pulsing cock inside me. And then—

Heat. Searing, consuming, tearing through me as his fangs sank into my neck. I screamed, fire ripping through my veins, sensations blurring into a perfect storm I couldn’t control.

His tongue pulled and sucked as mine had, his groan reverberating against my skin.

My blood coursed into his mouth, a fresh surge of heat rising inside me, my body his to unravel.

He pushed into my center with his cock, his fingers still massaging my wall, setting off a fire I couldn’t stop, as I shattered around him again, my vision going white.

I couldn’t tell if I was sobbing or moaning as the flames consumed me, my heart beating rapidly and my cunt pulsing around him.

His tongue lashed out again before he raised his head and pulled his fingers from inside me.

Through my tears, I could see his eyes glowing red, and his usually blue irises were ash gray.

My blood streaked down his chin. With his cock buried inside me, I saw him.

The vampire, the beast, both terrifying and beautiful.

And mine. I pulled him to me, his lips slick with my blood as he took my mouth with his.

We parted, both of us gasping for air. I leaned back on my hands, my head hanging back. His mouth fell to my breasts, licking and nipping at my exposed peaks. I tried to pull off him, but he caught my ass, holding me where I was, flexing his hardening cock inside me.

“Wildflower, when I said I am going to fuck your cunt raw, I meant raw.” He took a step back, his cock gliding from my cunt but standing out from his body already.

Before my next breath, I was bent over the edge of the table, the head of his cock just inside me.

His fingers lay over mine on the edge. My legs threatened to buckle under me.

“You know what to do, wildflower. Keep those nipples on the table.”

A tremor ran through me. I wanted to obey, to take everything he promised me.

“But the wood,” I gasped, not knowing how to take him again so soon.

He kissed my neck just over my collarbone. “You will feel amazing as your nipples slide over it. And this time, if they aren’t there, I won’t stop. I’ll just count. And each one will be another swat across that beautiful ass of yours when I’m done.”

He pushed in half an inch, stretching me again, his words thick with warning and promise. “Can you do that, wildflower? Can you take me?”

I swallowed hard. The ache inside me screamed yes, craving the pain of him inside me again. I lifted my chest without hesitation because I wanted this. I wanted every inch of him, every demand, because I was his.

The cool wood sent a sharp jolt through my nipples as I positioned them.

The contrast between it and the heat of my body sent another surge of arousal coating my thighs.

I pulled in a deep breath and pushed back on my hands, owning my desires, arching my back as I forced myself onto his cock, taking him in a deliberate, aching, unapproved slide that made him snarl low behind me.

I wanted every stretch, every sting he promised.

“Anything.” My breath trembled as I gave myself to him in every way he wanted. “I belong to you.”

I rocked back onto him, my cunt enveloping his girth as he groaned. His fingers dug into mine on the table.

A wicked chuckle rumbled through him—approval laced with something darker. His grip on my hair was swift and sure, yanking my head back until I looked up at him, breathless.

His grin was a thing of pure need. He pulled his breath in through his teeth. “Wildflower…” His fingers twisted in my hair, just enough to sting as he held me there, his eyes locking on mine.

A sharp crack filled the air as his unforgiving palm met my ass. An exquisite heat bloomed through my bottom as I bit my lip hard, tears welling in my eyes. I refused to give him the satisfaction of my pained scream. Not yet. I would only give it to him when I could no longer contain my pleasure.

His approval hummed low in his chest. “Not a sound.” Lorcan’s grip on my hair eased, his fingers threading through the strands as though memorizing them. “So fucking beautiful.”

I looked over my shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eye softened, and though his smile still held the shadow of a predator, something deeper lingered beneath it—reverence, wonder, the quiet terror of a man who’d never believed he could deserve us.

He leaned across my back, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke, his voice husky but softer than before. His touch trailed over the sting, soothing and adoring. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

I shifted against him, feeling his body answer mine, pressing further into me—but this time, a raw tenderness tempered his thrust. His hands traced the curve of my back with a gentleness that made my throat tighten.

I reached back, seeking him, and he was already there—our fingers lacing together.

He moved with a slowness that allowed me to feel everythinge, easing out and sinking back in, his cock a silken caress on my most intimate parts.

It wasn’t a claim, but a moment of surrender, of losing himself and finding himself all at once.

There was no hurry now, no frantic edge to prove or demand. Instead, each movement became an offering—flesh and spirit entwined, blending into something neither of us could name. Only that it belonged to us, and nothing would ever tear it away.

My heart fluttered, embracing this connection, fragile and unstoppable. I squeezed his hand as I submitted to the soft tenderness of his possession.

Lorcan exhaled, one hand tracing the curve of my spine as his fingers on the other tightened around mine.

“I’ve wrecked you enough for the moment, wildflower.

Tomorrow is another day,” he murmured. “I will spank you, and bind you, and show you worlds you never knew.” His lips brushed over my pulse, lingering there, savoring the shudder that ran through me.

“But now”—his voice dripped with possessiveness—“I need to feel you just like this.”

He pressed into me again, slow, deep, deliberate—a reminder of everything he already owned.

I trembled beneath him, grasping his hand as he kissed the nape of my neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, but the words no longer rang with dominance alone.

It was a confession—a submission of his own. “And I’m yours.”

His breath warmed the nape of my neck, his words a vow branding themselves into my soul. “Forever.”

I closed my eyes and savored the pain of his fangs sinking into my flesh, taking everything I freely offered him. And I gave him everything—my body, my blood, and my heart.