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She does.
She explodes around me, soaking me in slick heat, her cry echoing off the walls as her orgasm takes her.
I snap.
My thrusts turn savage. Brutal. Her body takes every inch like it was made for me.
I roar as I come, spilling into her in hot pulses, grinding deep as her pussy milks me.
We collapse together—sweaty, panting, tangled.
My cock stays inside her as I cradle her against my chest.
“You’re mine,” I whisper.
She doesn’t argue.
She just holds me tighter.
She arches into me.
She gasps my name like it means something sacred.
And it does.
For me, the truth locks into place with bone-deep certainty.
This isn’t about money. Or comfort. Or escape.
This is my mate.
Not claimed yet. Not marked.
But known.
And I will never let anything take her from me.
Not ever.
CHAPTER 6
YARA
Idon’t remember moving.
I just remember the feeling of him—Grau—everywhere.
The couch shifts beneath me as his weight follows mine, his body folding over me like an eclipse, blocking out the rest of the world. One clawed hand cradles the back of my skull, while the other traces down the curve of my spine with inhuman precision.
He moves me where he wants me—not with violence, not with cruelty, but with authority so complete, so absolute, that I find myself yielding without hesitation. There’s no room for doubt. No room for anything butnow.
I’ve never felt so exposed.
And I’ve never felt so safe.
“Mine,” he murmurs, breath skimming across my throat, hot and primal. “All of you.”
The words shouldn’t work. They should sound like a possessive line in a bad romance sim. But when he says them, I feel the truth of it in my bones.
