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She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts, and it’s like she’s giving me permission to let go completely.

“Yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “So take it.”

And that’s it. I’m gone. Fucking annihilated.

I rear up, gripping her hips, my body slamming into hers with a force that shakes the bed. My growls fill the room, rough and unhinged, and I feel the tension coil tight, the edge rushing toward me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I choke out. It’s too much—the sensory overload of it all, the smell of sweat and sex.

The world blurs out, and all I can focus on is her, her body wrapped around mine, the warm slickness of her blood staining me, the desperate cries escaping her lips. It’s a madness I don’t want to escape. I want to drown in it. Lose myself and never be found.

Her breaths become ragged, faltering in rhythm with the taut pull of her core. I feel her shudder beneath me, an explosion of warmth that tears the orgasm out of me so violently, so brutally, there’s a moment I can’t breathe.

“Isaia, I’m coming,” she cries.

“Me, too, baby girl. Shit…fuck.” Her pussy pulses and my cock jerks as we come together.

She’s gushing all over me while I’m spilling into her, my whole body shaking as the release grips my bones and sears my flesh. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, a complete unraveling of the beast within that obliterates all sense of time, reason, and sanity.

It’s madness and chaos and euphoria all crushed together in one mind-breaking wave after the other.

The world spins, and I can hear her whispering my name. I’m still inside when I reach for her hair again, pulling her up so her back’s against my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat and cum, and I’m panting against her neck, still gripping her like I can’t let go.

The animal in me hums, sated but never fully tamed, and I press my lips to her skin, tasting the salt of her.

“I always wondered what it would take for my mind to finally break.” I lick down her shoulder. “Now I know…all it took was you.”

She glances at me, her eyes meeting mine, and there’s no shame there anymore—just heat, just us. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Liked? Baby, I love fucking you.”

“No. I mean…the blood.”

I reach and grab her throat, squeezing as I force her to crane her neck, my lips against her ear. “I liked it so much, I’m going to be inside you every day you bleed,” I hiss, grinning like a devil. “Every goddamn day of it.”

Chapter9

EVERLY

Isit next to Isaia at the kitchen counter, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, dark hair tousled, every inch of him radiating raw power.

Will I ever get used to how effortlessly he owns the space around him, space that includes me?

Breakfast is a spread of fresh mangoes, papaya, kiwi, and exotic fruit I’ve never even heard of. His eyes lock on mine, burning with that feral hunger, and he picks up a mango slice, juice dripping down his fingers.

He leans closer, his breath brushing my lips. “Open.”

One word, like velvet laced with steel.

I part my lips, and he slides the fruit into my mouth, his fingers lingering—wet, warm, tracing my tongue. My pulse skyrockets, a torrent of heat flooding my core as he watches me with an intensity that sears, his smirk wickedly possessive

“Good girl.”

Everything inside me melts whenever he says those two words.

Still smirking, he grabs another slice and drags it along my bottom lip, painting me with juice, then licks it off with slow strokes of his tongue. “Fuck, you taste better than the fruit.”

He lifts me from my stool and pulls me on his lap, straddling him, my back pressed against the cold marble counter.

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