I lean over her, breath hot across her ear. “You’re mine,” I murmur. “Mine and unbreakable.”
She smiles—sad, fierce. “Promise?”
I kiss that smile like a vow.
I lift her gently, carry her across a splintered chamber that flickers between maze code and some memory of warmth. I layher down on a pile of displaced thermal sheets. Her golden hair spreads around her like halo-fire.
She watches me strip.
My black skin catches the dim violet light, bone spurs throwing harsh shadows. I am not soft. Not beautiful. But her gaze—hungry and reverent—burns through shame.
“Show me,” she whispers. “Show me everything.”
I drop to my knees.
I part her thighs and lean in. Her scent is heady—sweat, heat, lightning—and I taste her without hesitation. My tongue slides along her pussy, savoring every moan she gives me. I flick, press, circle her clit, then slide my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh fuck—Gyon—” she cries, hips rising.
She’s slick and perfect, trembling under my mouth. Her fingers bury in my white hair. She drags me closer, desperate, legs locked around my shoulders.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl between licks. “Right here. Right now.”
She does.
Her thighs clamp tight. Her pussy pulses against my tongue. Her voice breaks into a scream muffled by her hand, breath ragged and gorgeous.
I crawl up her body. My cock is heavy and hard, the ridges along its length slick and pulsing.
She reaches for it—fingers wrapping around the base, stroking slow, eyes locked on mine. “I want you.”
“I’m yours,” I say, voice low. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
She spreads her legs. I line up. And I push inside.
Her mouth falls open in a gasp. Her body stretches to take me, inch by thick, ridged inch.
“You feel—stars, Gyon—” she moans, fingernails digging into my back.
“You were made for this,” I snarl, bottoming out with a deep thrust that makes her cry out.
I hold her hips steady, withdraw halfway, then slam back in. Her breath punches out. Her back arches.
“I can’t—” she pants.
“You can,” I growl. “You will.”
We find a rhythm—hard and deep and maddening. Her pussy squeezes me like it wants to keep me. Every thrust sparks heat low in my spine.
She pulls me down. Our mouths meet, teeth clashing. Her legs lock around me tighter.
“Faster,” she begs. “Gyon—please?—”
I give her everything.
I fuck her like a god of vengeance, like I’m writing our names into the bones of the Maze. Every moan is an echo. Every thrust is a vow.
