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The tension in my body coils tighter, an unstoppable pressure building until it finally bursts. My release surges into her mouth, and I can’t tear my eyes away from hers. Those green depths hold me captive, more than any harness or tie ever could. She sputters slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. She swallows, her gaze locked with mine, and I’ve never felt so vulnerable—so utterly at her mercy. A Vakutan warrior, laid bare by a human woman barely half my size. And yet, I’ve never felt more alive.

“Olivia,” I growl, pulling her up by her arms. Her breath hitches as I settle her onto my lap, her body warm and pliant against mine. She’s still gagged, but her muffled whimper tells me everything I need to know. I guide myself into her, slow and deliberate, savoring the way she clenches around me as I push deeper.

Her hips move with mine, and she rides me with a rhythm that drives me wild. I grip her waist, holding her steady as I thrust up into her, each movement drawing a muffled moan from her lips. Her energy matches mine, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, as if we were made for this. For each other.

She leans back, her hands braced against my thighs, her hair wild around her face. Her eyes are pleading now, the defiance gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. She whines around the gag, a sound that shot straight to my core.

“What’s that, Livvy?” I tease, my voice low and rough. “Can’t quite understand you.”

Her eyes narrow, and she makes another muffled sound, her hips grinding down on me with urgency. I chuckle, the rumble in my chest making her shiver.

“You want something?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I need to hear you say it.”

She groans in frustration, her body trembling as she fights to hold back. The sight of her like this—so close, so desperate—undoes me. I reach up and pull the gag from her mouth, tossing it aside.

“Please, Dar,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Let me come.”

The words hit me like a shockwave, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Come, brat,” I command, my voice sharp and full of authority.

Her body convulses, her scream echoing through the room as she clenches around me, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that takes my breath away. I follow her over that edge, my release crashing over me as I fill her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

I hold her close as we both come down, my hands running up and down her back, soothing her trembling form. Dimly, a thought flickers in the back of my mind—what if she’s carrying my child? The idea sends a strange mix of fear and possessiveness through me, but for now, I push it aside. There’s only her, here in my arms, her breath warm against my neck as she collapses against me.

“I love you,” I say. My chest tightens the moment they leave my lips, like I’ve just thrown a grenade into the room without checking the safety pin.

Olivia freezes in my arms, her breath catching. I feel her muscles tense, her body going rigid against mine. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence, heavy and suffocating.

“Do you?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with something I can’t quite place. Skepticism? Fear? I wait for her to say more, to fill the void with something—anything—but she doesn’t. No reciprocal declaration, not even a hint of reassurance. Just that question, hanging between us like a storm cloud.

I kiss her. It’s desperate, clumsy, a last-ditch effort to push the awkwardness away. Her lips respond, but there’s a hesitation there, a second too long before she melts into it. When I pull back, she looks at me, her green eyes searching mine for something I’m not sure I can give.

CHAPTER 11

OLIVIA

"You're getting sloppy with your downward dog." Mel's voice cuts through my concentration at the yoga studio. "Maybe if you showed up more than once every other month, you'd improve."

I stretch deeper into the pose, my muscles protesting. "Some of us have actual jobs."

"Please. I work sixty hours a week at the gallery." Mel transitions into warrior pose. "You're just avoiding me."

"Am not." The mat squeaks under my feet as I shift positions.

"When's the last time we had wine night? Or went shopping? Or did anything?"

"I've been busy with work."

"Oh really?" Mel's eyes zero in on my neck. "Looks like the 'work' leaves marks."

My hand flies to my collar. Damn it, I thought I'd covered that one up.

"Holy shit, it is a hickey! I knew it!" Mel's voice carries across the studio, drawing stares from other yogis. "Who is he? When did this happen? Why haven't you told me anything?"

"Keep your voice down." I tug my collar higher. "Yes, I'm seeing someone."

"I knew it! You've got that freshly-fucked glow about you lately."

"Mel!"

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