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It’s this new name for me that makes me explode. Light bursts through my body, starting at my pussy and rushing through my stomach, my lungs. I scream his name as pleasure gleams and gilds every particle in my being and it’s the only thing in this world that feels good and right and true.

Chapter 38

Lyle

“Angel.” That word slips from my throat against my will, borne from a part of me I’ve long kept shut. There is a reverence in the way the beast holds her against my body. Clings to her as if she is my clear oasis in a bleak, desolate plain.

But then Aurelia is spasming around my cock, her inner walls pulsing, gripping,fluttering.

I completely lose myself in her. There is only her. My regina, my light in the dark. Her power surrounds mine, caressing, keening for me with desperate, absolute need. It happens within seconds, but her power is laid naked before me. It’s golden, brilliant and so vast that I can only marvel. It pulses around us, around the room—around the entire school. It pulses to the beat of a song that resounds deep in my regina’s primal being.

I’ve never beheld a beast with power like this.

Morethan an equal.

That is a terrifying concept. My own animus is a monster that requires chaining for me to survive in a civilised world.

And yet, her power strokes that half-mad, lethal power within me as if it is kin. There is no fear, only quiet, gentleconfidence.Come here, her power whispers.We have run alongside each other for many lifetimes.

In reply, I come with that soul-shattering awareness, the thrusting of my cock filling her most intimate place.

Aurelia moans loudly as I fill her with hot bursts of my cum, receiving it, receivingmewith a face of utter pleasure. I hold her close and she leans back into me like she trusts me. It makes my hips stutter to watch her go limp and take my seed, my animus pleased we are giving her a piece of us. Pleased that she is submitting.

For the first time in a decade, my animus does not pull at his chains. For the first time since my animus woke up on a blood-soaked desert plain, I do not need to fight him.

This feels infinitelyright. I hold her in my arms, and for moments, we pant against one another, still joined.

But the memory of Aurelia’s latent power reminds me that we play a dangerous game. Eerily, it feels like looking in a mirror.

Gently, I slide out of her, and she lets out a little sound of disappointment. My cock twitches at that, but I step away, tucking myself back into my slacks.

She slowly turns to look at me, and for a moment, I can only stare at my regina. I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is. How her face, even her gaze, affects me on a bone-deep level. How the softness of her mouth beckons to me even now, asking why we had to let her go. Asking why we deserve to have her when she was so perfect.

I deserve to burn in hell for touching her like this when I do not intend to keep her.

I can’t keep her.

I can’t keep her.

I can’t keep her.

I don’t want to leave her. Ever, if possible. My entire body screams for me to bundle her into bed so we can curl up next to her and help heal her wounds. So she can sleep and be safe where we can protect her forever.

But I need to leave this woman before I succumb again.

“Aurelia.” Even her name in my mouth affects me. But I clench my teeth and rely upon the resolve that once saved me from madness. “Come here.” I can’t help but hold out a hand. The bastard in me wants her skin on mine again.

Audibly swallowing, she complies and places her hand in mine. A tingle shoots up my arm, but I ignore it and lead her over to my bed.

My bed. The one she’s already slept in. The one I want to give her.

“Lie down,” I instruct.

She happily complies. And it feels so good.

May my soul be cast into darkness and sent to rot in the depths of the blackest night. It’s the only fate worthy of a man like me. A man who sees perfection and must cast it aside.

I reach into the third drawer of my bedside table and shield the view from her. Inside is a set of purple fluffy handcuffs that Celeste gifted me last Christmas as a joke. I clasp her hand and secure one cuff around it.

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