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I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my straining cock teasing, finally granting her wish.
"You ready, sweetheart?" I murmur.
Evie's eyes snap open, her breath catching as she gazes up at me. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts flushed a rosy pink. Her lips part, but no words come out. Only a soft whimper as she nods.
Needing no further invitation, I thrust forward, burying myself deep within her heat. Evie's eyes widen as she lets out a strangled gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Damien," she whispers, her voice laced with wonder and a hint of distress.
"Shh, I've got you," I assure her, even as my own breath hitches at the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by her. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
Slowly, gently, I begin to move, my hips swaying in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, I feel our connection deepen—a tangible bond forming between us. Evie's eyes flutter closed as she surrenders, her body moving in perfect synchronicity with mine.
The fire crackles nearby, casting dancing shadows across her face, but it's the fire burning between us that truly has me entranced. This woman, with her unwavering trust and generous heart, has brought me back to life.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as I thrust deeper, my hands gripping her hips to pull her closer. Evie meetsmy kiss with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with mine as she wraps her legs around my waist.
The ecstasy builds, a coil of tension in my lower abdomen, demanding release. But I hold back, determined to give it to Evie first.
“Come for me, Evie,” I whisper against her lips, my hips moving faster, harder. “Let go.”
Evie's breath catches, her nails digging into my skin as she arches her back, offering herself to me. "Damien!" she cries out, her release crashing over her.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as my own climax builds. "That's it, sweetheart. Let me feel you come around me."
Her inner walls flutter around me, milking my cock, and any semblance of control I had shatters. With a growl, I surrender to the claiming instinct, pushing deeper as my knot works its way into her.
Evie's eyes fly open, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she feels me filling her completely. "Damien…" she whimpers, her nails scratching my back as she clings to me.
I bite back a groan, fighting for control as my knot expands, locking us together. "You're doing so good, taking my knot," I growl, sounding absolutely feral. And I am, for her. "Like you were made for me."
Evie's eyes, dark and dilated with desire, search mine. "Yours," she breathes in surrender.
My heart, which I thought had hardened beyond repair, swells at her words. I lean down, capturing her lips in another possessive kiss. Making her taste how fucking sweet she is on my tongue.
I thrust harder, my knot throbbing inside her tight, hot pussy. She fits me like a glove.
I could lose myself forever in this dance with Evie. She meets my rhythm with her own, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. But I want something more—something permanent.
I want to mark her.
The desire takes me by surprise, but it's there, burning in my chest. I want to brand her as mine, to seal our bond with my scent and my mark. To make it clear to the world that she's mine and only mine.
But I hesitate. Even in the midst of our passion, I pause, unsure.
Will she let me?
After everything I've put her through, does she trust me enough to accept my mark?
My gaze searches her face, and I see the answer in her eyes. She knows what I want, what I'm asking of her. And slowly, a smile spreads across her lips.
"Finish what you started, Damien," she whispers, her voice filled with acceptance I don't deserve.
My heart swells at her words, and a rush of possessive need claims me. I nip at her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin over my mark, which is no longer the angry red wound it was in the hospital. But it's not quite solidified, even if it's begun to scar.
With a growl, I surrender to my release, my knot swelling to its full potential as I come, spilling myself into her. The mark completes itself, a perfect replica of my bite, transforming into a light, silvery crescent on her skin, and I feel a spiritual connection forming between us alongside it.
We are one. Body and soul.
As I fill her, my knot throbs and expands, locking us together. Evie whimpers, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she feels the full extent of my possession. But there's no distress in her eyes, only wonder and desire.
