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Every push of his hips forces another breathless sound from me. I can’t even think; I can’t do anything but feel him filling me, controlling every movement.
“You’re mine now, Astra,” he says against my ear, his tone absolute. “Every bit of you.”
I’m babbling again—his name, broken pleas, fragments of words even I don’t understand—while that strange, wild stirring deep inside me grows larger, demanding release.
“Come for me,” Lucian orders, his thrusts turning hard and relentless. “Do it while I’m inside you.”
It’s exactly what I needed him to say. My vision blurs, my body clenching around him as pleasure detonates in every nerve, raw and unrestrained. My cry is loud, shameless, and my nails bite into his skin as wave after wave crash through me.
He groans against my neck, driving into me with one final, deep thrust before following me over the edge, his grip so tight, it feels as if he will hold me there forever.
When the tremors finally ease, he doesn’t pull out. He stays buried deep inside me, his weight pressing me into the bed. His limbs are still wrapped around me, staking his claim.
I try to adjust myself slightly beneath him, but his hand tightens on my hip—firm, commanding—holding me exactly where he wants me.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and edged with satisfaction. “You’ll stay like this a little longer. I want you to feel me inside you…to remember it.”
My pulse stutters, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Y–You can’t—”
He cuts me off with a slow roll of his hips, making me gasp, the motion sending aftershocks rippling through my still-sensitive body. “That’s right. Every time you move, every time you breathe, you’re going to feel me. You’re going to know you belong here.” His mouth grazes my jaw, his words sinking into my skin like a brand. “You’ll go to sleep today still sore from me. You’ll wake up and remember exactly who fucked you like this. And the next time”—his hand slides up, cupping my throat just enough for me to feel his strength without fear—“you’ll be the one begging me for it.”
I’m breathless, my mind fogged and my body pliant beneath him, but the steady weight of him—inside me, on top of me—roots me to this moment in a way I can’t escape.
His eyes find mine, and it’s just us—his dominance, my surrender, and the undeniable truth between us.
“Mine,” he says again, the single word threaded with promise. “Always.”
Chapter Eighteen
Lucian
The emeralds in the delicate silver necklace catch the afternoon light, sparkling like tiny fragments of captured forest. They’re the exact shade of Astra’s eyes—that deep, rich green—which sparkle when she laughs.
When she used to laugh.
“An excellent choice, sir,” the jeweler says, carefully lifting the necklace from its velvet display. “This is one of our finest pieces.”
He’s right. The stones are flawless, the silver work exquisite. I imagine how it will look against her throat, how the green will make her eyes shine the way they used to.
I watch Astra through the shop window as the man wraps the necklace. She’s standing perfectly still beside her knapsack, Luna draped across her shoulders like a living scarf, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the bustling market square. She looks like a statue—beautiful, untouchable, and completely lifeless.
My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin. A week ago, Astra would have protested when I led her to this jewelry shop.Would have told me I was spending too much money, that she didn’t need anything, that I should save my coins for something practical.
Now, she just follows wherever I go, without a word.
Sleeping with her was impulsive. And then, something between us changed. She was quiet after she showered that morning, contemplative. And ever since, the chasm between us has begun to widen. She still sleeps in my arms. She still responds to my touch. In bed, she has become desperate to please me, and outside of it, eager to disappear into the background.
I can’t find her smiles or her laughter anywhere. I can’t find the girl who made me pick herbs with her and who danced on my feet. It’s like she has disappeared somewhere deep inside herself.
It has been one whole week, and I’m beginning to get frustrated.
“Here you are, sir.” The jeweler hands me the long, velvet box with a practiced smile. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”
If only he knew how wrong he is.
I step outside and cross the square to where Astra waits. She turns toward me immediately, those green eyes that once sparked with fire now dull and politely attentive.
“I got you something,” I say, holding out the box.
