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At that part of me.

Gazing as if I’m a work of art. A rare gemstone unearthed.

The woman he worships.

Every one of the comparisons is another light in my own fire. The inner heat that melts my walls for him. Makes me liquid for him.

He sees it all. And starts preparing himself in return.

Letting me watch as he strokes himself. Takes his own liquid and rubs it up and down, hypnotic and heavy…

“Lengths like this one, beautiful?”

I breathe in deep, savoring the essence of him on the air. His vanilla mixed with my cinnamon. The musk of his arousal twined with the honey of mine. When I finally release my breath, it comes with one syllable of lust-infused sound.

“Yes.”

Maximus pushes back in. Makes room for himself between my thighs. Still, he growls, “Wider. All the way, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I gasp out again.

“Now spread your arms out. Surrender to me, wife.”

“Yes. Yes.” I’m sprawled for him and loving it. Open wide and loving him. “Take me away, Maximus. Please. From all of it. Take me far, far away…”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MAXIMUS

Beauty and the beast.

The thought isn’t a welcome one. But once it’s lodged in my head, it’s like werewolf’s tracks in cement. Ingrained. Irremovable.

Like my memories of this illicit moment will be.

Even now, I’m unsure if I’m proud of that fact. But it is a fact, as unignorable as the need in my cock. The lust in my veins. The animal cravings that position me now, taking advantage of my beauty in the clothes I’ve torn off her body. In the powerless position I’ve ordered her to take. Spread for my invasion. Ready for me to maul.

To fuck her so hard she forgets everything we’ve gone through to get here.

Not completely. Not forever. But for now…I can.

And I do.

In the space of one savage stab.

In the space of her hurting, joyous scream.

In the primitive force that takes over, rolling my hips tighter inside hers. Giving her exactly what she wants as I take exactly what I need. Her heat. Her hold. Her surrender.

Her sanctuary.

The oblivion I need as much as she does.

I plunge into it the same way I thrust into her: with as much force as I can. As I fill her with my sex, I stretch out to lock her wrists beneath my grip. Crucifying us both, in a desperate attempt to wash away today. It’s only temporary, I know that already, but it’s a salvation we both need. The right we’d envisioned for today, before Hecate infected it with so many wrongs.

But this…is right. So damn right.

And so good.