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He pulls me close, then leans back with me on top of him, our connection unbroken.

“You waited a very long time to have me,” I purr, my voice taunting.

I press my hand to his chest, guiding him back into the mattress, and then I shift backward, watching him slide out of me. I grip his cock with both hands; he’s so sensitive that he clenches his teeth, his breathy inhale music to my ears. His eyes flutter shut as I start to stroke him.

“Rylan—”

“Tell me to stop,” I tease.

“You wouldn’t,” he rasps, beginning to harden in my hands.

Lowering my lips, I take him back into my mouth, deep enough to make me choke, but I don’t pull back. His fingers dive into my hair, tugging gently to hold me in place.

I look at him through watery eyes and release him with a slick pop. I slide my left hand down, my fingers slipping against my wet center, stroking in rhythm with my mouth. Glancing up, I watch his blue eyes flicker from my lips to my hand moving between my thighs.

His length twitches, and then he spills into my mouth. His hands grab my shoulders, dragging me up against his chest, kissing me so fiercely and passionately that a sudden tightness grips my throat.

This is what it feels like to be loved. Desired.

We kiss until our hearts settle into a normal rhythm, but it only makes our bodies want more. Wetness keeps pooling between my thighs as he grows hard again.

We both scratched an itch, and now we can’t stop, even if it means we will bleed.

“You sure you just want one night, Rylan?” He teases me as his hand rubs my lower back, just feathering along the curve of my ass. “Because I think I can only survive if you grant me forever.”

Closing my eyes, I listen to his beating heart as it tries to slow down.

Shit. That was the best sex of my life, and the truth is, once will never be enough.

CHAPTER 19

Steffen

We stay awake all night, wrapped up in each other’s arms, but it’s not enough.

I’m starving for more of her. More moans, more cries, more claw marks down my back.

More!

Before the sun rises, I drag her out of bed and bring her to the window. I pin her against the freezing cold glass. Her nipples harden, flattened by the smooth cold pane as my heated breath fans over her shoulder, sending goosebumps across her bare skin.

She gasps when I spread her legs wider, slipping my hand between her thighs and stroking her until she’s dripping for me. I thrust inside her, abs clenching tighter as her palms splay against the glass. She arches her back, tilting her hips to take me deeper.

We move together. No longer captor and captive, predator and prey. Just one. United. Feral thrusts. It’s survival; she is my breath. My life.

I know what’s coming. She doesn’t. She has no idea what I have paid so she can roam free in our world.

I keep her trapped in front of my floor-to-ceiling window. As the sun rises over the unforgiving horizon, bright yellow and orange hues paint her brown hair in golden light.

Here I am, the devil claiming her, forcing her to look at the world I will gladly burn to ashes for her.

I don’t let her move. I set a brutal, fast rhythm until she can barely breathe, let alone speak. Leaning down, I bite her shoulder, then I drag my lips to her neck, pressing hard enough to leave a bruise.

I want to mark her. I want her to feel me all over her aching, tender flesh. I want my touch to linger like an echo in her mind, haunting every waking moment and calling her back with a promise she cannot resist.

It’s madness. It’s completion.

I’m whole.