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Andear took her in a single, deep thrust. Priscilla barely noticed the discomfort, too focused on the way he made her feel. He was so large, yet his movements were controlled and deliberate, as though he was fighting to maintain a semblance of restraint. His scaled tail coiled around her waist and pulled her closer while his hands found her thighs, gripping tightly as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, allowing her body to adjust to his size.

But Priscilla was impatient, her need growing with each passing moment. “I’m not made of glass,” she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He growled in response, his eyes darkening with hunger. “I’ll take it slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”

She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pressing her heels into his lower back and urging him on. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

With a feral grin, he began to move again, this time with no restraint. The stars danced in her vision as pleasure built within her, her body responding to his every thrust and movement. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss as she started to drift into bliss, her body tightening around his large member. Andear groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he drove into her again and again.

Her breath hitched as he leaned forward, his mouth closing around her nipple and sucking gently. His sharp teeth scraped against her sensitive flesh, just enough to make her gasp and arch into him. The pressure was building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until she felt like she would shatter.

“Is this what you want?” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” she moaned, her nails scraping down his back as she held on to him for dear life. He increased his pace, pounding into her faster and harder until the world around her seemed to blur and fade away. Her body clenched around him, and she could feel her pleasure teetering on the edge.

Andear moved with a fierce intensity, his tail keeping her pinned and his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. Priscilla’s world narrowed to the feel of him, the heat of his body, and the strength of his arms. She clung to him as her release crashed over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body arching into his as pleasure consumed her.

Andear followed moments later, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he released himself inside her. His body shuddered as he held himself above her, breathing heavily.

Priscilla could feel his heart racing against her chest, their bodies still joined as they both struggled to catch their breath. Slowly, he lowered himself down beside her, pulling her into his arms and wrapping his tail around her as if shielding her from the world.

Chapter 13

Andear

Moonlightfilteredthroughthewindows of the training center, casting silver patterns across the stone floor. Andear’s tail coiled protectively around Priscilla as she lay nestled against his chest, her breathing now soft and even.

His fingers traced idle patterns along her arm, memorizing every curve and detail. The mate bond hummed contentedly between them, a steady warmth that filled the hollow places he hadn’t known existed within him.

The restlessness that had plagued him for years was finally quieted. The warrior in him, always searching for the next battle, found an unexpected peace in simply holding her. His eyes studied her face in the dim light, noting how the shadows played across her features.

A cool breeze whispered through the training center, and she instinctively pressed closer. His arms tightened around her, his scales shifting to provide more warmth. The warrior in him thrilled at how perfectly she fit against him, how naturally she sought his protection.

The stone floor beneath them should have been uncomfortable, but Andear barely noticed. His focus remained entirely on the small human who had somehow breached every defense he’d built. His tail adjusted its grip, keeping her secure against him.

In the distance, night birds called to each other, their songs echoing off the palace walls. The familiar sounds of his domain continued around them—the shuffle of guard patrols, the rustle of wind through the training banners—but for once, Andear paidthem no attention. His world had narrowed to this moment, to the steady rise and fall of her chest against his own.

Priscilla shifted against him, her soft skin sliding against his scales. She tilted her head up, and his breath caught at the sight of her radiant smile. No fear clouded those green eyes—only warmth and something deeper that made his chest tighten. The mate bond hummed, a constant reminder of what he’d just done, what he’d taken.

His warrior’s instincts suddenly screamed at him. She was human. Fragile. The council would never accept this. His position as warlord demanded certain things, certain traditions be upheld. The weight of duty pressed down on him like a physical force.

The moonlight caught the slight sheen of sweat still on her skin, highlighting the small scars that marked her past. Each one made his protective instincts surge, even as his rational mind fought against it. He couldn’t protect her. He shouldn’t protect her. This wasn’t meant to happen.

His tail wrapped tighter around her thigh, betraying his inner conflict. Even as his mind rejected this, his body refused to let her go.

“This should not have happened,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. The words tasted bitter in his mouth, but duty demanded he speak them.

Priscilla’s eyes locked on to his, challenging and direct. “Then why did you let it?”

The question hit him like a physical blow. His body still burned where she’d touched him, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. He’d taken her with a desperate hunger he’d never known before, claimed her with a ferocity that should have frightened her. Instead, she’d matched his passion with her own, surrendering and demanding in equal measure.

The mate bond pulsated stronger, mocking his attempt at distance. His fingers skimmed along the curve of her shoulder unconsciously, his scales rasping gently against her skin. Andear’s tail coiled tighter around her, betraying his need to keep her close even as his mind warred with itself.

“Why did you let it happen?” Priscilla pressed again, her eyes searching his face.

The question twisted something deep inside him. The mate bond sang through his blood, demanding he claim her fully, marking her as his own. But the words stuck in his throat. How could he explain what she was to him? What this meant for a Niri warlord?

His hand slid up to cup her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. She leaned into his touch, trusting and open. The gesture made his chest tighten. No one had ever looked at him like that before—without fear, without reservation.

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