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His thumb rubs my clit fast, getting me where I need to go.

The chanting picks up. I silently beg for it to stop, but my need for release is stronger.

Take. Give. Bind. Burn.

I dig my nails into Edwin’s shoulders, my hands stuck to him, clawing at him as I crawl out of my skin.

I’m dizzy with lust, with need, with everyone watching us.

Edwin fucks me faster, his big cock rubbing inside my sore asshole in a rhythm that makes my toes curl. My ass hurts, my pussy hurts. And yet it’s amazing. So deep and filthy, and I just want more and more and more.

He’s stretching me out to ruin me because my body belongs to him. I’m his.

And he is all mine.

I want everything Edwin gives me. The devotion. The control. I want the terrifying intimacy of being known down to the places I’m most ashamed of.

The chanting quickens with his thrusts.

Take. Give. Bind. Burn.

It’s coming. The wave of heat. Spreading from deep in my pussy and sprinting right to my clit.

The crest hits.

My body clenches, pussy convulsing around his wrist, asshole squeezing tightly around his cock. I cry out, taking everything from him and giving it all right back.

Edwin follows me into it with a low sound that I feel more than hear. His cock throbs inside me then shoots his cum deep in my ass. My body quivers from the raw sensation. The filth. The intensity.

Then scorching heat splashes across my back and shoulders. Hot wax. It pours over the gauze binding us, seeping through in places before hardening against my skin. A scream bursts from me, caught in the last waves of my orgasm.

Edwin groans low in his throat, and I know he feels it too. The pain, the pleasure. The connection. Whatever touches one of us finds the other.

I’m hardly aware of Bridget and Patrick reaching their own end. Their own cries of pain.

Then the chanting stops. Silence drops so abruptly it feels like falling.

I can hear my blood rushing in my ears. My heart thumps hard against my ribcage, frantic and alive.

Our cocoon solidifies as we catch our breath. Edwin slowly withdraws his hand from my pussy. Then he lets his cock slip from my ass, his cum dripping out with it.

My body is too empty without him.

“You may remove your blindfolds,” Liam says.

Light floods in when the cloth lifts, stabbing my eyes. I blink hard, tears gathering again from the brightness.

Edwin’s face is right in front of mine. He kisses me again, and I cling to him. In the tight space between us, his hand glistens from being inside me, but all I can think is that he pushed me through something insane, and I’m still here.

The Veiled Matrons move in with small blades, cutting the gauze away. Hardened wax cracks as they peel the binding from our bodies. It falls from us like shed skin. We step out of it changed.

Liam’s voice closes the Trial. “We have witnessed the couples through the Trials of Dominion. The Serpentium Order will cast its votes for the next Sovereign and Seraph tomorrow night.”

The masked men disperse, their cloaks brushing softly as they move. Patrick and Bridget stand, gathering themselves with practiced confidence as they dress. Bridget’s gaze slices towards me when they leave, but for once I don’t look away.

Edwin’s attention is all on me. He cradles my face in his hands.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you refusing to break.”