Page 122 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir

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“You’re so wet,” I murmur, dragging my thumb down between us, circling her clit. “So perfect. Gods, Leah?—”

She cries out. “Fuck.Kalev?—”

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Come for me again. I want to feel you.”

She does.

A high, sharp gasp. Her whole body locks around me, inner muscles fluttering like a vice.

And this time Ican’thold back.

I thrust once, twice, then bury myself to the hilt and spill into her with a groan that’s more surrender than sound.

We stay like that.

Locked together.

My forehead against hers, both of us panting like we ran miles through fire.

When the world settles, I roll us gently to the side, keeping her tucked against my chest.

“Still breathing?” I murmur.

She huffs a laugh. “Barely.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

Her fingers stroke lazy circles across my chest. “That was…”

I wait.

She swallows.

“That was the first time I didn’t flinch when someone touched me like that.”

My heart punches my ribs.

I kiss her forehead. “You’ll never have to again.”

We fall silent, but not in fear.

In peace.

In the kind of stillness that says we survived.

I hold her tighter.

I press my forehead to hers, still breathing hard, still trying to slow the thundering in my chest. Not from exertion. From something bigger. From what just passed between us—not just heat, not just sex. Somethingbinding.

The kind of thing you don’t walk away from.

I don’t say the words out loud. Don’t need to.

But they settle into my bones like blood-oaths.

Anyone who comes for this dies.

I don’t care how high the order comes. Dowron himself could crawl out of the shadows and I’d gut him before he took another step.

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