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The silence between us changes. He sits up, wraps his arms around me. His wings spread slowly. Red magic flickers along his skin.

But he doesn't move yet.

And my pussy is throbbing all around him.

“You're sure?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet, you need to understand what you're asking.”

“I do.”

“No.” His jaw flexes. “I need to hear you say it.”

And I know this isn't Damian questioning me. It's Damian making absolutely fucking sure. So I give him the words.

“I know the bite is a claim. I know it strengthens whatever this bond is between us. And I know it may be changing me. But I want it. I want you. I want us.”

His expression tightens at that.

“Goddess, you are fucking perfect. I love you, Sweet.”

A hint of a smile touches his mouth. But then it’s replaced by something more intent, full of purpose as he starts to drag my hips down, grinding me into him, fucking me on his cock with deep, deliberate moves.

My mouth drops open—and it’s so good. I can feel him everywhere. Gold and red magic sparks between us.

And I feel it. My pleasure is building. It’s cresting. Peaking.

It is right fucking there.

I clutch at his shoulders, scratching him when he bites down.

Damian roars and lifts his head. Blood stains his lips but I don’t care. The sight does something to me and before I can think, I bite him right on his neck—and he roars.

His cock swells and I can feel him painting my womb with hot streams of cum—marking me yet another way.

I start to come again. And, Goddess, it feels incredible. So good.

And through the bond, something enormous hits me.

Love.

Relief.

Longing so deep it steals my breath.

When his eyes open, they are blazing. Damian's mouth brushes the place on my neck where his first claim still lingers.

He stops.

His breath catches.

Because he understands exactly what I mean.

The first time was his Devil's instinct.

This time is ours.