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Need pulses deep within and I am desperate to claim her, but I need to be sure this is what she wants. I cup her cheek, staring deep into her luminous eyes. “Are you certain you want me?”

She nods. “Yes.”

Happiness floods my veins as I crush my lips again to hers in a searing kiss. She reaches between us, undoing the fastening of my tunic and pushing it back from my shoulders.

Extending my claws, I slice away the fabric of her dress, reveling in the feel of her petal-soft skin as I cup the creamy mound of her breast, rolling the hardened peak between my thumb and forefinger.

She arches into my touch, and I lean down, closing my mouth over the tight bud, laving my tongue across her sensitive flesh as she threads her fingers through my hair and writhes against me.

When she rolls her hips against mine, I groan as the damp heat of her center seeps through the material of my pants, directly over my already hardened stav. Her scent is intoxicating, and I am desperate to be inside her.

She reaches between us, her fingers fumbling with the fastening of my pants before I help her, freeing my stav from the confines of my clothing.

A deep growl leaves my throat as she wraps her delicate fingers around my length and swipes her thumb across the already weeping tip and then positions me at her entrance.

Cupping her jaw, I stare deep into her eyes as I begin to push up into her. The tight clasp of her body around my stav as I advance is so intense, it takes every bit of my control to go slowly when all I want to do is flip her onto her back, bury myself deep inside her, and fill her with my essence.

CHAPTER53

GRAYCE

Kyven’s eyes are raven black, his fangs fully extended as his gaze holds mine, full of possession. I gasp at the slight twinge of pain as she pushes through my barrier, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure.

Tight heat blooms in my core as he slowly sheathes himself deep in my channel, each gentle roll of his hips advancing him further until he is fully seated.

“Are you all right?” he whispers, going still.

“I just need a moment to adjust,” I breathe as my body begins to relax around his. I shift slightly and he groans as he sinks impossibly deeper inside me, the base of his knot pushing into my channel.

His gaze holds mine as I begin to move against him; he raises his hips to meet my own, creating the most delicious friction as the ridges of his stav touch some place deep within that makes my head fall back and my toes curl with pleasure.

He grips my hair and gently guides my lips back to his, stroking his tongue against mine as he moves deep inside me. His knot expands, locking us together. The gentle tug only adding to the desire building within.

He reaches between us and I cry out as he teases his thumb over the sensitive pearl of flesh between my thighs. Everything tightens and my entire body goes tense a moment before I clamp down hard around his stav, crying out his name as my release sweeps through me like fire in my veins.

His stav begins to pulse in my channel. “Mine!” he roars as intense heat erupts deep within, flooding my core as he fills me with his seed.

His release triggers another orgasm within me, this one even stronger than the last. I’m not even fully recovered when he flips me onto my back. Our bodies are still joined by his knot and I wrap my arms around his back, holding tightly to him as he pumps into me.

His wings are fully extended as he stares down at me. I reach up to touch his face. With his black eyes and sharp fangs, he is both fierce and beautiful.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he leans in and traces his tongue along the artery of my neck as each thrust becomes longer, deeper, and more forceful. “So tight,” he rasps in my ear. “You are perfect, Grayce.”

Sensation threatens to overwhelm me as I hold tightly to him, my arms and legs wrapped around his body as my release builds deep within. Pleasure coils tight in my core as the small muscles of my channel quiver and flex around him.

I gasp at the sharp sting of his fangs as he marks me, but the pain is quickly forgotten as my body clamps down around his stav and intense heat floods my core as he fills me again with his seed.

He laves his tongue over his mark, sealing the two small punctures. When he pulls back, he drops his forehead gently to my own. “You are mine,” he whispers and gives me a tender kiss.

I touch his face, as our bodies remain locked together. I never knew anything could feel like this. “And you are mine,” I speak tenderly in reply. “Always.”

After we’ve madelove three times, Kyven lays us on our sides, facing each other. Gently, he tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear and then presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “I can have the healer bring you tea. If you wish to take precautions.”

“Precautions?”

“To prevent conception.”

“We do not even know if it is possible for us to have children,” I reply. “And if we can, it would be a blessing, do you not think?”

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