His gaze steadied on hers.
“It’s only us, Amerei. No one will hear but me.”
Her breath stuttered. Then, daring, she gripped his braids and pulled him down to her.
“I want to scream again.”
“Then scream.”
“I don’t want to hold it back.”
“Then don’t.”
The growl that tore from him was half prayer, half surrender. He caged her beneath him, kissing her with hunger no vow could contain. When he entered her again, her gaspbroke into a cry, her body arching to meet him—no resistance, only heat, only the slick, perfect clutch of her around him.
“Look at me,” he said, voice breaking like devotion.
“Don’t look away—I want to watch you come apart.”
Her gaze snapped to his, fierce and shining. She moved with him, nails dragging fire down his back, his name tumbling from her lips.
He drove into her, slow at first, then deeper, until every motion felt like prayer turned to flame.
Then she shifted, bold through the tremor—lifting her leg higher on his back. The change wrenched a cry from her throat and a sound from deep in his chest. He steadied her, his hand sliding beneath her thigh, breath hot against her neck.
“You can scream,” he rasped, undone. “Dask, Ami—you’re so fecking beautiful when you scream.”
“Viktor—”
“Command me,” he said, voice scraped raw. “Break me, Ami. Tell me what you want, and I’ll ruin myself giving it to you.”
Her first sound was broken, then bolder.
“More,” she breathed. “Viktor—give me more.”
His control snapped.
“Say it again.”
Her head fell back, voice wild, glorious.
“Yes—Viktor. More.”
Her body welcomed him without fear. She clung to him, every thrust dragging her higher until sound became surrender—until her cry broke free, raw and unashamed, his name splintering into the dark.
And Viktor—shattered.
A cry ripped from his throat as her body seized around him, her leg still hooked across his back like she would never let him go. His release crashed through him, breaking him open, every sound, every breath, every vow given to her. He trembled aboveher—not soldier, not savior—just a man undone by the woman who’d claimed him.
And in the haze of her own unraveling, Amerei saw it—she had commanded him, and he had obeyed. Her boldness had wrecked him. Her need had unmade him. The power of it left her gasping, clutching him like she could hold the storm still.
Then—silence. Only their breath remained, rough and uneven in the afterglow. Molten light skimmed sweat-slick skin.
Two souls bound in bliss.
Two hearts echoing each other’s sighs.
“Dask…” she whispered, wonderstruck.
