The kiss was nothing like what they’d shared in front of the town—no laughter, no ceremony. This was raw. Unfiltered. She tasted his want, his restraint, hisneedto worship her.
He lifted her with ease, her skirt billowing as he carried her down the short hallway to their bedroom, one hand braced beneath her thighs, the other tangled in her hair. The black silk of her wedding gown rustled around them like falling shadows.
Their bed waited—blanketed in dark green throws and linen spelled months ago with protection, healing, passion. Spells that had no ideahewould ever lie between them.
The minute he laid her down, everything shifted. The way he looked at her as he undid the buttons down the back of her gown, hands trembling slightly, jaw clenched like he was one second from unraveling.
“You ready?” he asked, voice hoarse, golden eyes glowing.
She reached up and cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “I’m yours, Dom. I’ve always been.”
He stripped her slowly. Worshipfully. Let the gown fall open to reveal bare skin glowing with moonlight and want. Her nipples peaked under his gaze alone, and his knuckles brushed over the swell of her breasts like they were sacred.
When he undressed, she sat up and helped him—sliding his shirt off his shoulders, kissing each scar she found on his arms. Her fingers traced his V-line, her lips brushing the skin just above the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a breath whenshe undid the button, his cock already straining against the fabric.
“Gods, Lillith,” he rasped. “If you touch me like that, I’m not going to last long.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered, crawling backward and spreading her thighs. “I want you desperate. I want you ruined.”
He groaned—guttural and broken—and joined her on the bed, the heat of his body pressing her into the mattress. She felt the weight of his cock against her thigh, thick and hot and perfect. When he slid his hand between her legs, she was already soaked.
“You’re dripping,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through her folds. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, hips canting into his hand. “Please, Dom—fill me.”
He kissed her—deep and dirty.
Their mouths tangled like a spell halfway cast. Teeth grazed. Tongues slid. It was messy, needy,real. His hand wrapped around her thigh, lifting it high on his hip as he settled between her legs, the head of his cock hot and heavy against her soaked entrance.
“Look at me,” he growled, voice cracking under the weight of want. “I want to see you when I take you.”
Lillith did.
She met his gaze, eyes wide, lashes damp, lips parted with ragged breath as he rocked forward and began to push in.
Her back arched sharply, hips jerking as he breached her—slow, unrelenting,thick. The stretch was a sweet, brutal ache that dragged a choked gasp from her throat.
“Oh gods—Dom?—”
His jaw clenched as her pussy gripped him. “So fucking tight,” he hissed. “It’s like your cunt’s trying to pull me deeper.”
She was. Her body opened for him, took him in inch by inch, impossibly full. Her thighs quivered, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders, clinging like she might fall straight through the bed if she let go.
The pressure bloomed into pleasure, white-hot and dizzying.
Each pulse of his cock nudging deeper made her feel split open and rewired—like he was sinking into her soul, not just her body.
She whimpered, squirmed, clenching around him reflexively.
“Gods—yes,” she moaned. “You feel so good… so fucking full. I can feel every inch of you?—”
“Iwantyou to,” he growled, bottoming out in one final, devastating thrust.
Lillith cried out—sharp and needy, her entire body trembling from the fullness. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to hold him there, keep him buried where he belonged.
He didn’t move right away.
He just held himself inside her, one hand cradling the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip. His golden eyes searched her face like she was some holy relic, like the way her body fluttered around his cock was a sacred thing.
