He slides a third finger inside, spreading me wide.
The profound stretch, combined with the consuming fire of his gaze, completely shatters my control. A sudden tremor rips through my core. I cry out, my back arching off the wood as a blinding climax crashes over me. My inner muscles spasm frantically around his fingers, my wetness soaking his hand.
Watching me unravel, a look of profound, primal satisfaction tightens his sharp features. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he refuses to break my gaze. He brings his slick hand to his mouth, drawing his digits past his lips to taste my ruin.
"Intoxicating," he murmurs, his irises fully eclipsed by dark violet halos.
"I need you inside me," I beg, my body trembling and starved for the crushing weight of him. "Now."
Stepping flush against the desk, he positions the blunt head of his length at my entrance. Gripping my hips, his massive fingers sinking into my soft skin, he pushes forward.
A deep, feral roar tears from his chest, vibrating against the stone walls.
Breaching my tightest ring, the impossible girth stretches me until I feel I might tear apart. He stalls, every corded muscle in his towering frame locked in a brutal war against his predatoryinstincts. The veins in his neck bulge as he fights the desperate urge to plunge entirely.
"Megan." He grinds his teeth together, his body trembling with the sheer effort of holding back. "Tell me to stop."
"Don't you dare," I pant, digging my fingernails directly into his broad shoulders, drawing tiny half-moons of blood. "It burns... but I'm starving for you. Sink it in."
"You tempt me endlessly," he groans, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.
Gripping my hips with bruising force, he drives forward, sinking his entire, monstrous length deep inside my body.
I scream, the profound, aching fullness completely hollowing me out.
He freezes instantly, his breath hitching as he registers my cry. "Megan?—"
"Don't stop," I bite out, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, pulling his chest flush against mine. "Give me everything. Fuck me, Zhetrin."
The fierce command snaps the last remaining thread of his legendary restraint.
Pulling back, he slams forward, thrusting into me with a relentless, brutal rhythm. The sheer force of his strikes drives me against the desk. Frantic moans fill the cavernous room, echoing off the obsidian shelves. The dense timber creaks violently in protest, skidding backward across the stone floor under the staggering power of his thrusts.
"You are mine," he snarls, the wet, heavy slap of his flesh drowning out the storm outside.
As the desk slides another foot across the floor, Zhetrin curses. Wrapping his massive arms under my thighs, he lifts me entirely off the wood without missing a single, devastating thrust.
I scream his name as the world spins.
Carrying me across the room, he slams my back against the cold obsidian wall. I lock my ankles tightly around his narrow hips, anchoring myself to the chaotic storm of his body. Pinning me to the stone, he fucks me relentlessly, his eyes completely wild.
"So beautifully tight," he growls against my mouth, his hips snapping forward with bruising speed. "You take every inch of me."
The crushing friction and the impossible size of him filling me completely drives me directly to the precipice. Sparks dance at the corners of my vision.
"Zhet," I cry out, tasting his sweat and his magic as I press my mouth to his. "I'm falling. I'm coming."
"Come for me," he roars, driving himself as deep as he can possibly go. "Now, Megan!"
The climax hits like a catastrophic wave of magic. My body seizes, milking his thick length in rolling, desperate spasms. Throwing his head back, a primal, deafening roar tears from his throat as he empties his seed deep inside my womb, his massive frame shuddering uncontrollably against mine.
For a few heartbeats, the harsh, overlapping rasp of our breathing is the remaining sound in the ruined study.
Slowly lowering me to my feet, his legs tremble as much as my own. He steps back, profound reverence entirely softening his sharp features. Picking up his discarded black leather coat from the shattered glass, he spreads it over a clean stretch of the cold stone floor and pulls me down with him.
My head rests over the rapid, powerful rhythm of his heart, our bare limbs tangled in the dark hide. No words are exchanged in the shadows, only the silent, unbreakable vow passing between us.
We have crossed the line, binding our bodies and our fates. We are in this war together, to the absolute end.
