Then he pushed in.
Her body stretched around him, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. Her back arched as pleasure bloomed through her, thick and sharp. He was big, hot, perfect. She clenched around him without meaning to.
“Shit—Aerin,” he groaned, hands tightening on her hips. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
She hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.
He began to move. Long, hard strokes. Each one hitting something inside her that made her gasp, made her dig her nails into his shoulders. The sigil beneath them glowed brighter with every thrust. Their magic tangled, fused, burning brighter and brighter between them.
“I can feel it working,” she gasped, nails dragging down his back. “The corruption—it’s reacting.”
“Then let’s finish it,” he snarled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head as he fucked her harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the chamber, each thrust driving deeper, rougher, their bodies crashing together in a rhythm that felt like the heartbeat of something ancient.
Then he pulled out.
“Turn over. On your knees.”
She obeyed, breath ragged, body trembling.
Leo grabbed her hips and slammed back into her from behind. She cried out, the angle deeper, devastating. His hand found her clit, rubbing tight circles while he pounded into her.
“This pussy is mine,” he groaned, breath hot against her ear. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she choked out, bracing herself on shaking arms. “Fuck, Leo—it’s yours.”
His pace turned brutal, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the stone walls. Her orgasm built again—harder, meaner—curling in her spine like a snake about to strike.
When it hit, she shattered.
She screamed, her whole body convulsing as pleasure burned through her. Her elbows gave out. She collapsed forward, face against the glowing sigil, while Leo kept thrusting, chasing his own edge.
“I’m gonna come,” he growled, grabbing her hair, pulling her back upright so her spine arched perfectly. “Gonna fill you up. Let the sigil take every fucking drop.”
She moaned, clenching around him.
He drove into her one final time and came with a roar, cock twitching deep inside her, spilling heat. The curse mark flared once, then shifted—glowing silver, no longer corrupted. No longer twisted.
Just clean.
Sacred.
Leo collapsed beside her, breathing hard. Their bodies tangled, skin slick and glowing with magic.
The betrayal sigil pulsed beneath them. Stable. Whole. Fulfilled.
But they didn’t speak. There were no confessions. No sweet declarations.
Just the sound of their breathing, the crackle of magic in the air, and the undeniable truth of bodies that had finally stopped fighting what they needed most.
"Did it work?" Leo asked a few minutes later, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Look at your curse mark," Aerin said, tracing patterns on his chest that now glowed with silver light instead of corruption.
Leo looked down to see that Kieran's curse had been transformed into something entirely different—still visible, butnow radiating protection instead of malevolence. The mark that had once carried corruption now carried the signature of their purified bond, a permanent reminder of love that had conquered ancient magic through the simple expedient of absolute honesty.
"The network," Aerin said, checking readings on equipment that had somehow survived their magical explosion. "Leo, the corruption readings are dropping across all the founder sites. Salem's seal is stabilizing. Seattle's showing normal parameters."
