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“You’re mine,” Marcus growled. “My civilized little fuck toy.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yours, miles. All yours.”

The mastix cracked against my back, and I cried out as the sharp sting pushed me unexpectedly over the edge of a climax. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, my body clenching around Marcus’ thick shaft buried deep in my ass.

“Sophia,” Marcus groaned, his hips stuttering as he reached his own climax. I felt the hot pulse of his release inside me, marking me as his in the most primal way. “Nupta mihi es.”

For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily. Then Marcus slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty. He unclipped my wrists from my belt and gently helped me to my feet.

“Bene, nupta,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms. “You are now truly mine.”

I melted against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of what we had just shared. Marcus scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently on the soft covers. He stretched out beside me, gathering me close.

“Miles,” I whispered, turning my face to try to look at him over my bare shoulder and wriggling my bottom a little so that I could feel his strength against the slight soreness he had left with the mastix. “I want to know so many things, but…”

Marcus chuckled softly. “No useless questions,” he murmured gently, putting his hand between my thighs to give a soft squeeze that seemed to emphasize his ownership.

My hips jerked with reawakened arousal. The feeling of tameness that had overtaken me, after my consecration, gave way to the rekindling of my wildness, my need for further civilization, further training, further belonging to the man I loved.

“How may I serve you, miles?” I breathed.

The End

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