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Then, with a shiver, she notches the tip into her gate and—

“Blyad.”

It’s the first time my voice has croaked out a word in days.

She freezes, the thick rim of muscles at her entrance clenching around me in sweet torment as she whispers, “What?”

My eyes flicker open so I can stare into hers. I know I look like I’m being tortured, mostly because I am.

Half in, half out?

This truly isNav—the Underworld.

“You spoke,” she rasps. “I know you did.”

Of course, even if I wanted to, my fucking voice box wouldn’t let me reply. It’s locked up and someone else has always owned the key.

Though she’s frowning, she shifts to her knees. For a moment, I think she’s going to pull away and punish me, but she doesn’t. She arches against me, sinking down, drawing me into her heat.

It takes a while.

From her micro-expressions, I can tell it isn’t easy for her. I rub her clit, letting her take this at her own pace, not wanting to tear her when this is our first goddamn time together.

After what feels like a century, she takes all of me until I’m brushing her cervix.

A guttural groan escapes me, and when she tips her forehead against mine, I can feel her sigh against my lips in response to our union.

I take a second to concentrate on not ruining a homecoming that’s been a lifetime in the making.

Then, I nuzzle into her throat, gracing her with the same treatment as she gifted me. I lick and suck at the tender join between neck and shoulder, nibbling until she starts rocking into me, slowly, slowly.

When I bite, she releases a sharp breath and begins riding me, the motions jerky and anything but smooth as I hold her close with that most brutal of ties—teeth into flesh.

“I need you to fill me, Nikolai,” she cries brokenly. “Fill me. Please. Fuck. I’ve been empty for so long.”

The words ricochet inside me like bullets shot wild. I growl because she isn’t talking about my dick.

No, she’s talking about my fucking seed.

My hands find her hips and I start to grind her onto me, using brute strength to help her ride me faster.

When she finds a rhythm, I release my hold on her then stare into her eyes as I cup her cheeks and draw our mouths together.

A whimper breaks from her as I thrust my tongue between her lips. I swallow it, even as my fingers find her apex.

When I start to rub her clit, this time, I swallow her mewl as I move faster, sliding through the slickness we created together, wanting her pleasure, craving it more than I need my own release.

When her cunt clamps around me, she almost takes me with her but fuck if I don’t need this to last longer than ten goddamn minutes.

I’m not ready to leave her yet—I need to bind her to me. Need to make her mine.

Her mouth jerks away as she lets loose a cry as she comes. Fuck, those sounds of hers are almost my undoing.

The cry morphs into a scream as I thrust up into her, not letting her come down, simultaneously rubbing her clit, needing her to associate this,me, with pleasure. With ecstasy. With release and relief and bliss.

I only stop when her thighs are quivering, shaking as they clutch at me, seizing and spasming as her hands find my shoulders, nails tearing into the skin as she scrapes over the muscles on either side of my spine.

Shuddering, I find her throat again, this time on the other side. Higher up. I suckle the flesh, wanting her bruised and marked. A claim laid, one that she can’t avoid if she looks in the mirror.

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