She’s everything a woman should be—soft and lush, yet strong enough to meet me stroke for stroke.
Only mine. Always mine.
Her breasts bounce against my chest as she rides me, teasing me with every movement.
My vision blurs with the sheer force of my desire.
“You’re so wet for me, Telya. So tight. Gods, yes—squeeze me. Show me how much you crave my body.”
I know this won’t erase my sins.
It won’t mend the fractures I’ve caused or earn me the fragile treasure of her heart.
But wrapped around me, trembling and desperate, she feels like destiny.
Like every star conspired to bring us to this moment.
I slide one hand between us, fingers parting her swollen folds until I find the pearl of her desire.
I circle it with ruthless devotion, stroking in time with my thrusts, determined to wring every cry from her lips.
Phoebe arches, a cry tearing from her throat.
Her entire body tightens, slick and pulsing with need.
Rocking her hips like she’s chasing salvation, head thrown back, she is a goddess incarnate.
And I—ruined, ravenous—can only worship.
Her body clenches around me, rippling tight, each squeeze like a brand seared into my flesh.
Her cries echo off the stone, soft moans becoming desperate pleas, and I know she’s on the precipice.
“Oh God, I’m close,” she whines, clutching at my shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so good.”
I work harder, pumping my hips, finding her secret spot.
Phoebe convulses, clamping down on me in silken spasms, her slick heat milking me as she screams my name.
The sight of her—lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, hair clinging to her wet skin—undoes me completely.
I thrust up hard, savage, chasing her release with my own.
My fangs ache with the need to mark her. The primal urge rises, undeniable, a demand from every drop of my blood and every beat of my heart. I gather her closer, burying my face in the curve of her neck, and sink deep one final time.
The moment I feel her surrender, I strike.
My teeth pierce her skin at the juncture of her throat and shoulder. She gasps, then moans, the sound vibrating straight through me.
Power surges with the first pull of her blood, hot and rich on my tongue.
And the bond? Fuck me, the bond snaps into place, ancient and eternal, weaving us together in a way no god, no man, no mistake can sever.
Her climax crests again with the bite, her body trembling, writhing, milking me for everything I am.
“Come for me, Telya,” I demand, voice rough and breaking. My thumb circles harder, faster, relentless on her swollen pearl. “Let go. Give it to me.”
