Page 185 of Marked By His Hunger

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Felt the pull of him taking from me—and giving in return.

Life.

Power.

Connection.

Our bodies moved together in a punishing rhythm, his pace relentless as he drove us both higher and higher.

My thighs tightened around him, riding every movement, every thrust, every overwhelming surge of pleasure.

His release hit deep inside me, warmth spilling through me as his mouth remained at my neck, still feeding, still taking, still giving.

It was too much.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

Never enough.

We both were breathing heavy. Our hearts pounded and pulses raced.

And when he collapsed over me with a final thrust, his roar echoing through the room, through the tower, through me—his pleasure catapulted my own into pure ecstasy.

I was still shaking when I opened my eyes and looked at him—really looked.

And God—how my heart soared.

Raven was just that beautiful.

Terrifying.

Perfect.

And mine.

The runes across his body shifted—actually moved—reforming, burning brighter, changing beneath my gaze.

I traced them, breathless.

“What do these mean?” I whispered.

He watched me closely.

“These mean I am claimed, Unnasta. I don’t belong to the hunger anymore. I belong to you.”

Something in my chest swelled.

Warm.

Right.

“Yes,” I whispered, smiling softly. “You are mine.”

And I was his.

Completely.

Irrevocably.

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