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“You won’t break me,” she insisted, nails digging into my skin as she tried to pull me deeper. “I want all of you.”

With a growl, I gave her what she asked for, thrusting fully into her in one smooth motion. Her cry of pleasure echoed in the small space as I filled her completely, our bodies joining in a way that felt like coming home.

I established a rhythm, slow and deep at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure there, her eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed with desire.

“Rhaekar,” she moaned, my name a prayer on her lips. “God, you feel amazing.”

“Kassari,” I growled in response, unable to stop the word from escaping. “My fate. My mate.”

Her inner muscles clenched around me at the words, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. I increased my pace, driven by her responses, by the way she met each thrust with equal hunger.

I felt the change beginning—the base of my cock starting to swell, preparing to lock us together when release came. It was too soon for that, too much for her first time with me in reality rather than dreams.

I slowed, trying to hold back the biological response that would bind us together.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, eyes opening to meet mine. “I can feel it—like in the dream. Let it happen.”

“It will lock us together,” I warned, voice strained with the effort of control. “For some time.”

Her answer was to wrap her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. “I want it. Want to feel you come inside me. Want to be yours.”

The words broke the last of my restraint. I claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss as I drove into her with renewed purpose, chasing our shared pleasure with abandon. My hand slipped between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that would bring her release.

She came with a cry that I swallowed with my kiss, her body clenching rhythmically around mine, pulling me deeper. The sensation triggered my own climax, hot pulses of release as the knot swelled, locking us together as completely as our shared dreams had promised.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I buried my face against her neck, breathing in her scent, letting it imprint on my very soul.

“Mine,” I murmured against her skin, unable to stop the possessive declaration. “My kassari.”

Her fingers stroked through my mane, gentle and soothing as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through us both.

“Yours,” she agreed softly, the word settling into my bones like truth. “And you’re mine now too, aren’t you?”

I raised my head to meet her gaze, seeing no regret there, only wonder and satisfaction and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.

“Yes,” I answered simply. “I am yours.”

And as we lay there, joined in the most intimate way possible, I finally allowed myself to believe that perhaps fate hadn’t been cruel after all. That perhaps it knew exactly what it was doing when it brought her to me across the stars.

My kassari. My fate. My mate.

11 /JAS

I layin Rhaekar’s arms, our bodies still joined, the aftershocks of my release pulsing around him in gentle waves. His heat radiated through me like a solar flare, burning away any doubt, any hesitation I might have clung to. The bond between us—this cosmic connection he called fate-marking—throbbed like a living thing, golden threads weaving through my veins, lighting me up from the inside. And yet, something in me knew we weren’t finished. This wasn’t complete. The way his eyes tracked my face, pupils still dilated with desire, the tension in his powerful frame—he was holding back. Still holding back, even after everything we’d shared.

His tail remained wrapped possessively around my ankle, a living tether binding us together. I shifted slightly, feeling him still thick and hard inside me, the slight swell at his base keeping us locked together. The sensation was foreign but perfect—like he was made to fit within me, to stay there until I’d taken everything he had to give.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” he murmured, one clawed finger tracing the curve of my cheek with impossible gentleness.

“I’m thinking about you,” I admitted, pressing my palm against the center of his chest where I could feel his heartbeat,strong and steady beneath my touch. Something pulsed there—warmer than the surrounding skin, a spot that seemed to call to me. “About this.”

His eyes darkened, those vertical pupils narrowing to thin slits. “The bond.”

“Yes.” I rolled my hips experimentally, gasping as the movement sent sparks of renewed pleasure shooting through my core. He was still so hard, still so deep. “It’s not finished, is it? There’s more.”

A growl rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating against my palm. “There is. But you don’t have to?—”

I silenced him with a kiss, soft but insistent. “I want to know. All of it.”

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