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I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I’m never letting you go,” I say, voice low and raspy against her lips. “Never.”

Her hips roll as much as the restraints allow, silently begging for more. A dark smile tugs at my mouth.

“Fuck— Drystan!” she cries, the sound melting into a throaty moan as I start to move. Her wrists yank against the chains, metal rattling with every brutal stroke.

Years of obsession finally snap inside me. My thrusts turn harder, deeper, more savage. Sweat slides down my spine. My fingers bruise her skin as I fuck her like I’ve imagined a thousand times.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear. “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”

She moans louder, head falling back. “It’s too much⁠—”

“You can take it,” I say, slamming into her again. “You will.”

I bite the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her. The taste of her skin pushes me further. My hips piston faster, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room.

I press my forehead to hers, staring into her eyes as I ruin her. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

Her walls tighten around me, fluttering wildly. Her moans turn into sharp, broken cries as her body pulls taut.

“Oh fu—” she screams.

She comes hard, cunt spasming and milking my cock. The sight and feel of her falling apart finally drags me over the edge.

With a guttural groan, I slam into her one last time and spill deep inside her, thick and endless. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. I grind against her, pushing every drop as far as her body will take it.

I stay buried to the hilt, refusing to pull out. My cock twitches inside her, claiming her completely.

Finally, I collapse over her, my body covering hers. Our sweat-slicked skin presses together as our ragged breaths mingle. The chains go quiet. Only our breathing and the low pulse of the music remains.

I look into her eyes, chest tight with something fierce and terrifying.

“I love you,” I say quietly, and in that moment, with my cock still deep inside her and her body chained beneath mine, I know I’ve finally come home.

Chapter Twenty-Two

BRIAR

“Ilove you.”

The words echo through me as Drystan stays buried deep inside, still laying on top of me. He’s so massive, yet his elbows hold most of his weight, protecting me even now. I can feel every single piercing inside me, rubbing with the slightest shift of my breath.

I can’t believe how hard I came—twice. How he seems to know my body better than I know it myself. Even while chaining me down, he made sure I shattered for him. God… I loved fighting him. I loved the chains.

And why do I feel so safe with him?

He’s a killer. I know what he’s capable of. Yet he’s never truly hurt me. Not in the way that breaks a soul.

He shifts, slowly sliding out of me. I wince at the sharp sting.

“Shh, breathe deep,” he coos, pressing a kiss to my forehead. The contrast between the feral man who just ruined me and this gentle one makes my chest ache.

He pulls out completely, and before I can catch my breath, his fingers slide back inside me. I whimper, caught between pain and lingering pleasure.

“We’re not going to waste a single drop,” he murmurs, smirking as his thumb circles my clit.

“Drystan… I can’t take any more,” I beg, but he doesn’t stop. He adds another finger, pumping slowly, curling them just right. Heat builds fast. My back arches off the bed as another orgasm crashes through me—hard, blinding. I scream, my vision blurring into stars.

My entire body trembles uncontrollably.