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He smiled against the inside of my thigh, then bit the soft skin there. The sting made me jerk. He soothed it with his tongue and returned to my clit.

He knew exactly how hard to suck and when to ease off. Each time I got close, he slowed until I was shaking against the throne.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” I said.

Stellan lifted his head. His mouth was wet, and his eyes had turned dark again. “I’m enjoying how badly you want to touch me.”

“You noticed.”

He slid one finger through my wetness, watching my body open for him. “You’re still angry, and you’re dripping for me.”

“Both are true,” I said, breathless. “I’ve waited long enough.”

Two fingers pushed inside me, slid deep and curled into the place that made my legs shake.

His free hand held my thigh open as the pressure broke.

He sucked my clit and moved his fingers harder. I came with his name torn out of me. My body clenched around his hand, and he didn’t stop until I twisted away from the pressure.

Stellan rose between my legs. I reached for his trousers, but he caught my wrist and pressed it back against the throne.

The control in his face made heat rush through me again.

“I remember,” I said. “I’m not complaining.”

He opened his trousers without releasing my gaze.

He freed his cock. I’d felt his fingers inside me already, but his cock was going to be another matter. He was thick, hard and slick at the tip.

Stellan ran his hand down his length and caught my gaze.

He held it as he stepped closer.

“I want to watch you take every inch.”

One practical question survived the heat. “Pregnancy?”

“Impossible without a fertility rite. Both of us would have to choose it.”

That was enough. I hooked my ankles behind him and pulled him closer.

He gripped my hips, pulled me to the edge of the throne and pushed inside.

I cried out. He gave me one breath to adjust, then drove deeper. The angle put every stroke where I needed it. My hands slipped on the polished arms as he set a hard pace.

The chain at his waist struck the side of the throne. He ignored it. His gaze stayed on mine while he fucked me, and the force of each thrust pushed me higher against the carved back.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he said. “Tight, wet and still furious with me. I’m going to fuck you until that anger is the only thought you can hold on to. Then I’m going to listen when it all comes back, because I’m done hiding from it.”

“Very fucking furious.”

“I can work with that.”

He hooked my knees over his arms and opened me wider. The new position made every movement deeper. I held the throne and took him while the pleasure rose again.

His mouth found my breast. He sucked my nipple, caught it lightly with one fang and released it without drawing blood. I arched towards him.

His mouth closed harder around my nipple, and his cock drove deep enough to pull his name from me.