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This creature wanted him.

It undid him.

He beckoned her to stand. And as she did, he leaned in and kissed her there: in her soft folds, the source of her sweetness.

He inhaled.

Let her scent destroy him once again.

Then he licked. Teased. Flicked his tongue over her most sensitive place, just the way he knew she liked. Her fingers gripped his hair, and he wrapped his hands around her slender waist, stroking up and down her curves, reverent and greedy.

He tasted her.

Again.

And again.

She climaxed. Shaking. Whimpering.

To his intense satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done.

He gave her more.

Until her legs trembled. Until her voice cracked. Until her pleasure soaked his mouth and his hands.

And just as she reached the edge again, he rose, lifting her effortlessly. She was so light. So perfect.

He slid inside her with slow, aching precision.

His wings—bare now, no armor—wrapped around her, enclosing them in shadow and warmth.

And they moved.

Together.

He claimed her.

Fully.

And knew he would never be the same again.

But he didn’t care.

This was meant to be.

She was his.

His human.

His Sylvia.

EPILOGUE

She stood on the balcony, bathed in golden light, staring out at a forest that could never exist on Earth.

Alien trees stretched toward the twin moons above, their leaves a luminous green-blue that shimmered faintly, even in shadow. Birds flitted through the canopy—beings with wings and crests and strange, sweeping tails—singing in warbles and whistles so close to familiar, yet undeniably other. The air smelled rich and alive, full of strange pollen and something sweet beneath it all.

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