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Arousal.

A million micro-sensations weave together as I shake against him.

The only sounds are the heavy pants of our breaths, the creak of the floorboards holding our weight, and my shameless moans. I want him.

“More,” I beg, giving him full access to my throat as my eyes flutter shut. I silently beg him to scent me. To claim me. “Please.”

Edged teeth drag over my scent gland, pricking the sensitive skin almost painfully. I shiver when he drags his tongue over the bite. I gasp when he thrusts into me. I’m so wet at this point that I’m sure it’s leaking through my pants. Ryx pulls away from my throat suddenly. When I look at him, his mouth is red. Blood red.

That’s not the only thing, either.

Those veins that spiderweb over his face are glowing, his eyes have been swallowed by a dark abyss, and there’s a sense of immediate danger as he licks my blood from his bottom lip. I fist his hair and force him back to my mouth. My flavor explodes on my tongue, iron and something sweet. Ryx growls into the kiss, pulling us away from the wall and walking somewhere towards the back of the little house.

I’m frantic, aching in a way I’ve never felt. This emptiness isn’t from his mastery. It’s something deeper, more primal—animalistic. A door opens, then gets kicked shut. We fall onto something soft and sturdy. Perhaps a bed. None of it matters because Ryx is draped over me, his tall frame covering me entirely.

“Please,” I beg once more. “Touch me. Hurt me. Something.”

He doesn’t speak, but I don’t think he actually can. He’s just as lost to this fit as I am.

A horrible thought punches through the fog of lust. You should stop him.

I don’t get the opportunity. He tears the shirt clean off me, the fabric ripping and snapping like a whip. His lips land on my chest, nose prodding at my peaked nipples. When his hot, sharp mouth latches onto one of them, I cry out, my back bowing. He keeps me pinned with a firm hand on my stomach. It hurts, what he’s doing. But there’s a bone-deep pleasure too. His kiss is as sharp as his heart.

Deadly and all-consuming.

I can’t stop him even if I wanted to.

And I don’t.

Red smears over my sternum as he crawls down the length of my body. Once more, my clothes are torn away. The recoil hits my hard cock and swollen testes. I howl in both pain and pleasure. The dichotomy of feelings makes my head spin. When he engulfs my cock, hungry and impatient, I see stars. His teeth rake down my length like razor claws, but his hot tongue soothes it immediately. I can’t fight how my muscles lock up or how I thrash my head.

“Ryx!”

“Mine,” he growls, nudging his nose into the curls around my cock. His voice is distorted, monstrous.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. And to be so proudly claimed threatens tears. I clutch his head, urging him back to my weeping cockhead. “Do that again,” I whine.

He snatches my wrists, securing them on either side of my legs, and sucks me. “Oh fuck,” I rasp, tongue fat and heavy in my mouth.

The repressed clash of our masteries resurfaces in that moment, siphoning all that I am into him. Tears splash down my cheeks. I need to stop this. It’s too much. But my hips thrust up anyway, chasing the otherworldly feeling. Those long black tresses tickle my inner thighs as he bobs his head, sharp teeth dragging over my shaft with each upward suck.

“Ryx!” I shout into the night. “I—I’m—”

The tension coils and coils, tight like a deadly snake. White-hot surges from my stomach, through the base of my spine, and pressure enough to make me combust shoots through my cock. The orgasm tears me apart. I scream. I whimper. I thrust as hard as I can into his throat. Ryx swallows it all. And when I look down, his black eyes are locked on me.

A puddle pools under my ass. My entrance pinches painfully. More. I always need fucking more.

“I need you,” I beg, chin wobbling as aftershocks rack through me. “Please tell me you’ll do it. It hurts.”

Nostrils flaring, Ryx releases my still-hard cock and shakes his head. “Saren,” the distorted voice cuts through. “Saren,” he repeats, desperate.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” I squirm from under his strong grip. “I want it. I want it!” The words barely leave my mouth before he bites my inner thigh.

My scream echoes off the walls.

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