Then he pushes me down onto the dais and positions himself between my thighs.
I stare at his cock—thick, ridged, gleaming—and the white bone spur at its crown, already flexing in anticipation.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I do.
He pushes inside my pussy slowly, stretching me inch by inch until I’m gasping, shaking, split open around him. The spur brushes my inner walls and Iscream, the sensation sharp and overwhelming andperfect.
“Too much?” he asks, voice strained.
“No,” I sob. “More.”
He fucks me.
Hard.
Deep.
Every thrust drives the spur exactly where it makes me see stars, makes my pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock. He pounds into me like he’s claiming territory, like he’s carving himself into my soul.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes?—”
My orgasm hits like an explosion. I come screaming, body convulsing, pussy clenching so hard he roars and slams into me one final time, spilling himself deep inside me.
When it’s over, I’m shaking. Destroyed.
Whole.
And I know—without fear, without doubt—that I will never be the girl my family tried to cage again.
Because I chose this.
And he chose me.
CHAPTER 6
KALLUS
Her breath is still trembling against my chest, even as her lips press kisses along the ridges of my collarbone. Soft. Thoughtless. As if she means it.
She’s still bound—her arms laced behind her in the Reaper harness—but she arches into me like she’s never wanted anything else. The scent of her pleasure lingers in the air, mingled with the copper tang of blood and the bite of cooling steam.
My blood.
Her nails left marks. Her teeth, too.
I smile.
I like that she fights, even in surrender.
One of her thighs is thrown over mine, the angle indecent, her hips rocking lazily like the rhythm of my heartbeat calms her. She's all bare skin and sweat-slicked curves, pressing into me like she's staking a claim. It’s... intoxicating. Maddening.
And completely unexpected.
I wrap an arm around her back, dragging her tighter into me, burying my face in the damp strands of her hair. It still smells like that nectar soap from her quarters on the Grand Lady. That, and smoke. And mine.
