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“I’m big, I have to…be careful with you. I always have to be careful.”

Her protective warrior. She’d wondered if he ever let go of all that fierce control. She guessed the answer was no.

And she wanted him to…with her.

She dug her nails into his shoulders. Hard. “I won’t break.” She rocked her hips, driving him deeper. “I want you. All of you.”

He growled and this time his thrust was firmer.

“Yes,” she breathed. “More.”

Another growl and he went wild. Her man turned primal, hammering into her like he’d never get enough.

All Aurina could do was hold on to her warrior and enjoy every second of the ride. “Yes, Kavon. Don’t stop.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

By the warrior, she was so tight and wet for him.

Kavon could barely think, not with desire ripping into him and coiling low at the base of his spine.

“Kavon, I…”

He felt her tightening on him, her nails scratching down his back. “Come,” he growled.

With that one word, she shattered, her cry echoing in the night.

He thrust again, and again, and a second later his own release roared through him. He buried his face in her neck and groaned as he spilled himself inside her.

They stayed there, both of them panting and breathing hard. Where they touched, their slick skin was stuck together. He liked it. A lot.

Finally, he stepped back, his softening cock slipping from her. He lifted her into his arms, and she made a small, satisfied whimper and curled around him, her arms and legs wrapped tight.

He carried her inside, and laid her on the bed. With the light inside, he could now see and appreciate what the darkness had hidden from him.

She was so incredibly beautiful.

Her pale skin was flushed pink from her pleasure, and her sunset hair was tangled around her face. She smiled at him, a smile in which he read pleasure and satisfaction.

He wanted to see it more. He wanted to be the cause of it.

He felt a sting of something ugly. Aurina wasn’t in his plan. He had to marry a warlord’s daughter, and even if he could make Aurina his, she didn’t want to stay.

But for now, for this night, she was his.

And he’d make sure she never, ever forgot him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked a hand down one of her arms. “So smooth.” He cupped one full breast, then the other. So much larger and plumper than he’d ever had. He kneaded them, learning just what pressure she liked from her murmurs.

Then he leaned down and tugged one pink nipple into his mouth.

“Yes.” She writhed beneath him, her hands sliding into his hair.

There were no timid touches from her, and she wasn’t afraid to show him what she enjoyed. She was intoxicating.

The thought that she would leave him one day…it left a deep, dark rage growing under his ribs.

He nipped her with his teeth, and she gasped. He felt a driving need to mark her as his. So she’d know his claim, wherever she was.