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Part of her still knew she should resist. But the rest of her—the louder, bolder part—begged for his touch, for his claim, for the wildfire consuming her to finally break loose.

He fucked her with his fingers, hard and deep, each thrust sending heat spiraling through her core. His thumb stayed locked on her clit, dragging her higher. His other hand pinched her nipple, tugged, twisted. She cried out, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure climbed higher, her legs shaking.

Then he pulledaway.

She almost sobbed from theloss.

Clothing rustled behind her. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see him stripping off his trousers, and her breath caught at the sight of him. There was no way any human man was built like that. Long and thick, adeeper bronze than the rest of his skin, the length of his cock was ringed with small golden-brown mounds that pulsed in a rhythmic pattern, as though responding to the bond itself.

The tip flared in a subtle diamond shape, already beaded with pre-cum, and the slit at the head wasn’t a slit at all—it was crosshatched, intricate and alien. At the base, just above his groin, athick knot sat poised as if it might swell during climax, locking them together.

The thought of him inside her, those ridges dragging against her inner walls, that knot catching at the very end—it made her burn with fresh, impossibleneed.

Her breath hitched, and her thighs clenched involuntarily. She should have looked away, should have felt fear or shame or anything that might drag her back to reason. But she couldn’t. Her gaze remained locked on him, heart thudding wildly as something deep and dangerous unfurled inside her, whispering yes. Yes, to him. Yes, to this. Yes, to everything he would do toher.

“I am going to take you now,” he said, voice guttural. He lined himself up behind her. “You want this. Tell me you do.”

God help her, she did. “Please. Yes, please.”

He gripped her hips. Pulled her back against him. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and unrelenting. Her hands braced tighter on the wall. Her body arched instinctively, ready.

Her breath came in shallow gasps. His hand snaked around to her front, fingers rubbing her clit again as he leaned in and growled in herear.

“I want you to remember this. Every sound. Every stroke. The way your body begs for mine.”

She moaned his name, and then he pushed into her—slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of him. The vibrating mounds along his cock pulsated against her inner walls, lighting up nerves she didn’t know existed. Her body clenched around him, the fit almost too much, too deep, too intense.

But she didn’t want it tostop.

He started to move, setting a rhythm that had her writhing, grinding deep with each thrust. The knot at the base of him swelled slightly, pressing against her with each motion. He kept one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, holding her steady while the bond flared between them like wildfire.

She lost track of everything—time, space, the fact that they were still prisoners in a sterile cell. There was only him. The brutal perfection of him. The way he made her feel like her body belonged to him, as if the only thing that mattered was his pleasure wrapped inhers.

When she came, it was like falling through fire and stars—afull-body collapse that broke her into pieces and rebuilt her in his hands. Her voice fractured around his name, panting, ragged. He thrust deep one final time, burying himself fully, and groaned against her neck as his body locked insidehers.

For a moment, time stopped. She felt everything—the throb of his knot, the heat of his breath against her skin, the brutal, consuming rightness of him. Her eyes burned as her body clenched around him, not just from pleasure but from something deeper, more dangerous. She didn’t want him to ever pullaway.

She felt him swell, impossibly thick, the knot at the base of his cock pressing forward and locking them together with a low, pulsing stretch that made hergasp.

She should have panicked. Should have questioned it. But the moment he spilled inside her, the golden-brown mounds along his shaft released something electric. Her body flushed with warmth, her muscles softening, her thoughts floating. Pleasure deepened into a dreamlike, euphoria. Asoft moan escaped her lips, helpless and wrecked.

“What—” she whispered. “What is that?”

His mouth grazed her ear, voice low and steady. “The ridges secrete a bonding compound. Temporary. Harmless. It causes euphoria and allows your cunt to expand enough to take my knot.”

Her eyes fluttered closed. “Definitely euphoria,” she murmured.

“You are safe,” he said. “I will not release until the knot retracts. You must remain still.”

She didn’t want to move. Didn’t want the feeling to fade. Being filled like this, locked to him, flooded with whatever he gave her—it was too good, too deep. It wasn’t just physical. It was everything. Her mind, her body, her soul... all tethered tohim.

They stayed pressed together for what could have been hours, her body twitching with aftershocks, her breath syncing with his. When he finally slipped free, the knot easing back, she felt the loss like a sudden drop, an emptiness that left her aching.

And God help her, she almost asked him to do it again.

He reached down and lifted her into his arms. Carried her to the mattress and curled around her from behind. She felt the steady beat of his heart against her spine. Warm.Real.

She didn’t mean to close her eyes. Just to rest them. But the crash was inevitable. Not just from exhaustion—but from the overwhelming swirl of sensation and emotion that left her hollowed out and full all at once. It wasn’t peace exactly, but it was a stillness she hadn’t known she needed. Vulnerable. Dazed. Raw. And somehow, despite everything, safe. The bond had taken all of her—and given her evenmore.

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