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A deep breath reverberates beneath the helm, and Ezryn palms his cock, giving it a few hard tugs. “Gods, that is my favorite sound.”

I trace one hand down my stomach, then to the apex of my thighs. My legs start to close when Ezryn grabs a knee.

“Keep your legs open. You don’t want me to pin you down, do you?”

I raise a brow at him. It’s an enticing offer.

He must see the deliberation on my face because he gives my pussy a hard pat. “Be good, Rosalina. I promise you it will be worth it.”

I gasp at the brief contact and wiggle closer to him, looking for more. But he backs up to avoid touching me, his gaze still focused on my spread legs.

“Look how wet you are for me, and I haven’t even touched you. It’s obscene. You’re absolutely filthy, do you know that, Petal?”

“I know,” I breathe.

He lowers his body, then traces two fingers over my heat. I sigh against his touch, even this slight sensation turning me molten. He presses his fingers inside and slides them out. The feeling of fullness—and it being taken away so quickly—makes my back arch. I fist the sheets, hips grinding, looking for more.

But Ez has removed his hand, those two fingers slick with my want. He tucks them under the lip of his helm, sucking deeply, satisfied sounds rumbling out.

“Now who’s obscene?” I murmur.

He tilts his helm in that adorable way of his. With a predatory grace, he crawls over me. “What can I say? You undo me.”

My breasts rise and fall with my heavy breath. We stare at each other intensely, and though there’s only his dark visor, it’s as good as looking into his eyes. Ezryn’s the divine masculine—protective, powerful, able to seize control when the weight becomes too much. Because of his strength, I am able to be soft.

But right now, I want that control. And I’m going to take it.

I press hard on his shoulder, flipping him onto his back. He lets me. Then I straddle his hips, pinning him down—or at least he allows me the illusion of it.

“I need you, Ezryn,” I tell him. “And that is an order.”

I position the tip of his velvet head at my entrance, hovering. Waiting.

Ezryn grabs my hips. “I’m very good at taking orders.” Then he plunges inside me, sheathing himself inch by inch until I’m stuffed to the hilt.

I throw my head back, hair brushing the top of my buttocks, and cry out.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let them hear you in the Vale. Let them hear you in the stars. Let them all know who you scream for.”

He undulates, his cock brushing every nerve. His name rips out of me as a battle cry.

“Good girl.”

His strokes increase in speed and strength, and I try to match him, but I’m barely hanging on. I tangle my fingers in his chest hair to ground myself.

“Yes, Rosalina, yes. Fall apart on my cock.” His words are breathy, fevered.

But I suppose I’m good at taking orders too. With the next deep plunge of his cock, I’m coming undone. My release shoots through me until I’m nothing but a boneless rag doll being bounced around on his cock, his name the only word I know.

I collapse over him, my body clenching and unclenching on his still rock-hard length.

“Good girl,” he purrs again.

My mind is hazy and warm. I push myself back up and stare down at Ezryn, searching the silver lines, the dark visor. Slowly, I ease the helm off my mate’s face.

I’m greeted with a gentle smile, the rough stubble on his jaw and thicker mustache, the heavy brows, and brown pools of his eyes. A face that is beautiful and rugged and kind and strong all at once.

Ezryn’s movements are slow and soft now as he wraps his arms around me and flips us so that my back is to the bed and he’s on top. But his cock remains firmly sheathed within me.