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“I want it again.”

I know what she means. My cock throbs in immediate agreement.

“I want you,” she says. “All of you.”

“You’ve got me,” I rasp. “Always.”

She exhales. Then, bold as hell, she adds: “No. I mean - I want your knot.”

My breath leaves my body like I just got punched in the chest by fate itself.

She leans down again, lips brushing mine. “Tie me up. Fill me. Claim me.”

And that’s it.

That’s the moment my inner control officer packs up his clipboard and goes on leave.

I flip her like a man on a mission. She laughs - loud, thrilled,alive- and the sound hits me harder than anything else ever has.

She’s not fragile. She’s mine.

And this time? I’m not holding back.

I push her legs apart and strip down like this is a damn field op and her pussy is the objective. My jeans hit the floor. Lucian’s shirt is already riding high on her hips - because of course she’s still wearing it like it’s a flag of war - and she yanks it up further, baring all that flushed, perfect skin.

And I lose every single coherent thought I’ve ever had.

I settle between her thighs, let my cock press against her heat, slick and needy and hot as a grenade with the pin halfway out.

“Last chance,” I mutter, voice wrecked and clinging to discipline like a lifeline.

She just grins. Defiant. Heat-drunk.

Glowing like a threat and a promise all in one.

“What are you waiting for?” she taunts. “Hurry up and give it to me.”

God fucking help me.

I growl low - combat-deep, primal - and I push in.

Not fast. Not brutal. Just deep.Controlled.

Like I’m pressing her into the mattress one nerve ending at a time.

Her fingers claw at my back like she’s trying to scale a mountain in bare hands.

“God, Ash -”

“Yeah, baby.” My voice is rough as gravel. “Still so tight. Your cunt was fucking engineered for me.”

I start to move, slow and steady, letting her feel the full stretch with every inch. Her heels dig into the backs of my thighs, and her slick gushes so sweet and hot I nearly lose control.

But no. Not yet.

I pull out and grab the backs of her knees, pushing them up until her thighs are nearly folded to her chest.

Tactical repositioning: new angle, maximum damage.

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