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"God, Liv," he groans, his voice rough with need. "You feel incredible."

I wish I could tell him how good he feels, how he fills me completely, how every stroke drives me closer to the edge. Instead, I let my body speak for me, my movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

"Please," I mumble around the gag, begging for release. "Can I...?"

"Yes," he growls, his voice breaking as he comes inside me. I feel his cock pulse, the hot rush of him sending me over the edge. My body convulses around him, the pleasure so intense it steals my breath.

As the waves subside, I slump against him, my body trembling. He holds me close, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I feel the gag being removed, the blindfold lifted. I blink up at him, my vision blurred, but I can still see the satisfaction in his red eyes.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice soft but laden with pride. I smile, my body limp but sated. Challenge accepted. Challenge conquered.

CHAPTER 18

DAR

The black latex hugs every curve of Olivia's body as she slides into the intricate lingerie. My claws dig into the leather armrests of my chair. The sight of her pale skin through the strategic cutouts makes my scales ripple with desire.

"Like what you see?"

Her emerald eyes catch mine in the mirror as she adjusts one of the straps across her breasts. My beautiful, fierce mate knows exactly what she does to me. The way she takes her time, making each movement a sensual dance, proves it.

A century ago, I'd never have believed a human could complete me so perfectly. Now I can't imagine existence without her fire, her passion, her unwavering loyalty. Veritas gained an exceptional agent, but I gained something far more precious - a true partner in every sense.

The thought of our future together makes my chest swell with pride. Centuries of adventures await us. Perhaps even... I picture a child with her spirit and my strength. The possibility thrills me more than I expected.

Olivia strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, latex gleaming in the low light. My breath catches at the sight of her exposed flesh framed by the black straps.

I beckon her closer with one clawed finger. She takes a step.

"No. Crawl to me."

Olivia drops to her knees, the black latex catching the light as she moves. Her green eyes lock with mine, a sly smile playing on her lips as she craws toward me. Each deliberate shift of her body sets my pulse racing.

"That's it, my queen," I growl, my voice low and rough. "Take your time. Make me wait."

She pauses, tilting her head like she’s considering defiance, but then she’s moving again, swaying her hips with every inch she closes between us. The sound of her palms pressing into the floor, the faint creak of the latex, the way her breath hitches as she gets closer—it’s all she needs to say to make my blood burn.

When she’s within reach, I don’t hesitate. My hand snaps out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into my lap. She gasps, her body landing hard against me. I can feel the heat of her through the latex, the way her heart pounds against her ribs. My claws trail along her thigh, the sharp tips barely grazing her skin.

"You’ve been teasing me all night," I murmur, my free hand landing on her ass with a sharp smack. She yelps, but it’s half-laugh, half-moan. "Think that’s funny, do you?"

Another smack, harder this time. Her breath catches, and she squirms in my lap, her body arching against mine. "Dar," she starts, but I cut her off with another sharp slap.

"Quiet," I command, my voice a low rumble. My palm lands again, the sound echoing in the room. Her skin flushes under the latex, the heat radiating through the material. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and I lean in to press my snout to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply.

"You’re mine," I growl, my voice rough with need. I push her off my lap, guiding her to kneel on the floor instead. She doesn’t resist, her body pliant and eager as I position her. My claws grip the waistband of her lingerie, and with a quick tug, the material tears apart. She gasps, her hands bracing against the floor as I spread her cheeks wide.

I don’t wait. My tongue flicks out, tasting her, and she shivers under the touch. Her scent is overwhelming, sharp and sweet, and I can’t get enough. My prehensile tongue curls and probes, working her until she’s trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

"Dar," she moans, her voice breaking as I press deeper. Her hands clench into fists against the floor, and I can feel her body tightening, her muscles coiling as I drive her closer to the edge.

"Let go," I command, my voice a low growl against her skin. And she does, her body shuddering as she crashes over the edge, her cry echoing through the room. I don’t stop, not until her legs are shaking, and she’s collapsing forward, spent and gasping.

I pull back, licking my lips, my own need burning hot and heavy. But for now, I’m content to watch her, my queen, my mate, utterly undone by my touch.

“Hands behind your head, Olivia. And spread those legs for me.” My voice leaves no room for negotiation, but she still gives me that smirk, the one that says she’s considering testing me. Her green eyes glint as she hesitates, her fingers twitching like she’s debating defiance.

“Or what?” she fires back, tilting her head, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. The audacity. It’s half the reason I adore her.

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