“Please,Your Majesty,” I breathed, and the sound he made was inhuman. Lucian’s hips snapped forward, his grip bruising on my thigh as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Say that again,” he growled against my throat, “and I won’t be gentle.”
“Your Majesty.” I dragged my nails down his spine. “Don’t be.”
“Fucking hell, you’ll really drive me mad.”
I arched into his touch, my body his to command, and he rewarded me with another deep thrust, grinding his pelvis against my swollen nub.
“Lucian, I’m...”
“I know. I feel it.” His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that had me trembling on the edge.
Sweat slicked our skin. Lucian shifted his weight, hooking my leg over his shoulder to open me wider, exposing me completely to his relentless pounding. His cock pistoned in and out, stretching my pussy with every stroke, the wet sounds of my arousal obscene and intoxicating.
I could feel every ridge, every vein, as he claimed me.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, leaning down to bite at my neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark me with his teeth. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine while I fuck you senseless.”
“Yours,” I whimpered, my hands clutching at his ass, urging him deeper. “All yours, Your Majesty. Please… please don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “Such a good girl when you’re not being abrat.”
My heart hammered at his words, heat burning through my veins.
Lucian’s thrusts grew erratic, harder, as if he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Come for me, Mira.”
The pressure built unbearably, coiling tight in my belly until it snapped. I shattered around him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my walls fluttering and clenching as I screamed his name. He didn’t let up, fucking me through it, drawing out every pulse until I was sobbing with overstimulation.
Then the knot swelled. I gasped.
“What the... Lucian, what is that?” My voice pitched high, panic cutting through the afterglow as the base of his cock expanded inside me, stretching my entrance in a way nothing in my human experience had prepared me for. My hands flew to his chest, pushing on instinct. “Something’s... you’re getting bigger. That’s not... that’s not normal.”
“Breathe.” His hand found my face, steady despite the tremor in his arms. Gold eyes held mine, burning with restraint. “It’s the knot. It’s part of the bond. Part of me.”
“Part of...” I squirmed and the pressure shifted, sending a jolt through my oversensitive body that blurred the line between too much and not enough. A strangled sound escaped me. “You could have mentioned this before you were inside me.”
“Would you have believed me?”
Fair point. I inhaled through my nose, exhaled through my mouth, and forced my body to stop fighting it. The stretch burned at the edges but beneath the burn, a fullness was settling into place that felt less invasive with every breath. As if my body was learning a language it had never spoken but somehow already understood.
“There you go, sweetheart.” Lucian caressed my body with ghostly gentle hands as the panic ebbed into something quieter. “Just breathe.”
His knot inflated at the base of his cock, stretching my entrance to its limit, sealing us together as he ground against me in shallow, desperate thrusts. Cum flooded me in hot spurts, his release triggering another aftershock in my body, making me whimper and writhe beneath him.
We wereconnected.
Truly, physically, inescapably connected, and his face hovered inches from mine, gold eyes burning, blood on his lips, my blood, and his expression was so raw.
“I feel you.” My voice was barely a whisper. Tears streamed down my temples into my hair. “Lucian, I feel everything.”
“And I feel you.” His thumb found my cheek. Traced the tear tracks the way he had during our fight, tender despite the animal intensity of what we’d just done.
“Mine,” he said. Not possessive, just true. A fact, permanent and unshakeable.
The knot held us there. Minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell.
