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Her answering moan almost causes my dick to unload before I’ve even gotten it out, and then she’s tugging, pulling me into a standing position.

My fingers slide from her with a wet pop, and she brings them to her mouth, slipping them between her lips, cleaning herself off me.

“Goddamn, you are a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” she breathes, wrapping her hand around my neck and yanking my face to hers.

“You’re goddamn right,” I say into her mouth. “Only for me. Never for anyone else. I swear I’ll end any man who even breathes near you if I think I need to.”

Her blood and arousal conjoin on my tongue, the mix sending ripples of pleasure along my spine.

“Need to fill you up,” I grunt, plundering her lips with mine, trying to soak up as much of her as I possibly fucking can.

She reaches between us, helping free me from the confines of my pants with frantic fingers. My cock bobs free, red and fucking enraged, and she slips her fingers through the cut on her thigh, using her blood to coat my dick, before positioning it at her entrance.

“Fuck,” I choke out, the sight of her smeared around my shaft reminding me so much of the night I took her virginity. When I gave into an obsession for the first fucking time, let it consume me, damn any and all consequences.

As one of my hands comes up, cupping her breast roughly, the other guiding me into her wet heat, I’m met with a wave of déjà vu, flashes of white splashing across my vision as I bottom out inside her.

I swear to God, up until this very moment, I’ve never believed in soul mates. Never thought myself worthy of having one, figuring that whoever would be unlucky enough to get stuck as mine would probably just avoid me altogether.

But as I pick up my pace, the smell of blood and hot, heady sex drifting around us, I can feel the pairs of eyes from across the auditorium glued to our passion, and see the smile that curves over her lips when we hear “What is that moaning?” from the box to our right, I swear, she’s it.

My soul mate. My fucking queen.

My little Persephone.

Pressing down on her sternum to keep her from flopping around, I piston in and out of her, letting my grunts and sighs and groans match hers as they collect like smoke, wafting around us. The chair squeaks as I fuck her, losing myself in the blissful feel of my bare cock inside her.

“So... fucking... tight,” I grit, mesmerized by the way her tits bounce with each thrust.

“Harder,” she moans, just as the director takes the stage again, announcing the return of our dancers. The lights start to dim again, and I buck against her with enough force to uproot the seat from where it’s bolted in the floor. “Oh, God, yes. Right there.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her up so she’s forced to make eye contact with me as I drive into her. “Do you feel that? How perfectly we fit together? That’s real, Elena. I can’t fucking fake it, and neither can you.”

She nods, frenzied, lifting to press her mouth against mine in a searing, soul-sucking kiss.

The intensity of it makes my stomach flip, and I frown, my rhythm stuttering. Yanking back, I squeeze the sides of her throat. “Don’t kiss me like this is goodbye.”

Staring into my eyes, she doesn’t respond, and that uneasy feeling collapses into something bitter, a chasm of despair I convinced myself wasn’t coming.

“Make me come,” she says woodenly, such a stark contrast from the writhing, moaning woman from seconds ago that I get whiplash.

My fingers tighten around her, irritation sparking something hot and furious inside me.

“Fine,” I say, renewing my thrusts until I can hear the wet slapping of our skin together above the din of the music below.

Even as it crescendos, swelling like the orgasm I can feel building inside of her, that’s what I hear. My skin prickles, knowing everyone else can probably hear it too—or, at least, her family in the box beside us.

“But don’t say I ruined you when we know damn well it’s the other way around.”

She grunts, threading her fingers through mine, increasing the pressure on her neck. “How did I ruin you?”

“You consumed me from the moment you approached me at that cocktail party years ago. I’ve not even thought about another woman since.” I’m close, so fucking close, my hips picking up speed as release barrels through me. “Now, be a good little bitch and come for your husband.”

I groan, watching her vision slacken, knowing she’s drifting out of consciousness. The way she so willingly grants me control over her life, over the very base act of breathing, damn near sends me over the edge as I watch her face redden and eyes go dark.

I release her the second her pussy clamps down around me, tightening almost to the point of pain, gulping down the strained gasp that falls from her lips.

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