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I’m scared to death, too.

Because what do you mean I care about the man who betrayed me as a boy?

What the fuck happened to make it all contort into this ugly picture where I want to forgive him?

Can I forgive him?

Instead of answering, I listen to his breathing. As if my current predicament isn’t enough of a mindfuck, his mastery has lost its potency. It doesn’t hurt to hold him, kiss him, or exist near him. The pulse sleeps, content to be locked away under my skin.

Could Saren be my bonded?

Just the prospect of it has my cock twitching inside him. I roll my hips, moaning softly when his hole automatically clenches. He’s probably sore, and while that should be enough to stop me, it’s not. I drag my palm away from his stomach and rest it on his hip, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

“Saren,” I whisper into his ear. “Baby, wake up.”

He whimpers, eyelashes fluttering.

I mouth over his freckled shoulder, noticing that my teeth are back to normal. “I need you again,” I tell him.

He wiggles, but doesn’t wake up.

As one last resort before I start properly fucking him again, I push out my scent. Willing every ounce of lust, desire, and urgency into the air. That does the trick because he gasps, lilac eyes flicking to peer up at me. I smile down at him, loving this obedience, this submission.

“Are you sore?” I ask, giving a shallow thrust. It’s not like I can go far anyway.

He nods sleepily, reaching up with his left arm to touch the scabs on my face. “It hurts.”

“Good,” I murmur, then nip at his fingers. “I want you again.”

A sultry, sinful smile curls those plump lips. “Then have me.”

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Saren

I’m so happy.

The delirium and rush have passed, leaving only contentment in their wake. Nothing in the world can compare to being wanted by Ryx. I love that he needs me so much that he hurts me—that his passion cannot be contained and he doesn’t care what carnage he creates.

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

To be pursued.

Accepted.

Whole.

I’m still not used to the sensation of having a cock inside me. It’s a fullness that is overwhelming in the best way. His mouth hasn’t left my body for even a moment while he snaps his hips as hard as he can, holding me steady by the waist. With one hand flat against the headboard above my head, I hold his hair with the other, taking everything he gives me.

No part of my body doesn’t ache. I won’t demand we stop.

And that’s what makes it so beautiful.

I’m coveted so deeply that I’ll gladly endure an eternity of pain just to say I had it once.

Because that’s all this will be. I’m sure of it.

A one-time thing to get out his aggression. Ryx can’t possibly want me forever. Not in the way I want him.