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He lined his cock up at my entrance and pressed into me. Our groans were loud and synchronized as he filled me. As much as I wanted him, it was a struggle taking his cock in this position and without much foreplay. But I loved the burn. It was perfect. When his pelvis pushed against my backside, I gagged, swearing I could feel him in my throat, he was so deep. His hand pressed against my pelvis, tilting me in just the right way for him to thrust again, hard and fast, while my clit nudged against his palm.

“Is this what you wanted, Little Cat? My big cock forcing your small pussy open.”

I was mindless with pleasure and whimpering. It was exactly what I wanted. Despite desperately wanting to chase the orgasm coming my way, my movement was restricted by the leggings around my ankles, the male at my back, and my hands, which had been ordered to stay on the tree. I was unable to move, and for some reason, that only made me more desperate.

“Zaide, Zaide, Zaide!” I called on repeat. Every thrust made my breasts swing, and my nipples grazed the bark in a tantalizing brush of pain.

“Give me your pleasure, Little Cat, so I can spill inside you and mark your insides.”

It was enough that I immediately cried out, screaming, my whole body tightening as pleasure wracked and ruined me. Stars burst behind my eyes in violent explosions, and the whole world fell silent. All I could hear was my heart. My legs were shaking as I came back to earth and moaned when Zaide’s release flooded me, filling me as he also cried out.

He soon pulled his softening cock out of me, and I gasped as his come poured out of me. I shook a leg free of my leggings so I didn’t ruin them, and he turned me and lifted me into his arms, hugging me tightly to his chest. I sighed, relaxing into him, nuzzling into his neck, and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I don’t have the words,” he said quietly as he continued to catch his breath.

I licked my lips and shook my head. “Neither do I. That was incredible.”

He chuckled and nodded his agreement. He combed my hair out of my face and wiped my forehead. “We look wild.”

“Your braid is a complete mess,” I told him as I pulled it through my hand, trying to smooth and clean it.

“We were wild, Little Cat. And it was unbelievable. I love you.” He kissed my forehead, and despite all we had done, despite the fact that I was naked, wide open, and in his arms, it felt like the most intimate touch. Love lightened my heart.

“And I love you.” I held his face in my hands and kissed his nose. “I think this is a much better way of releasing anger.”

“I agree.” He smirked. His eyes trailed to my neck, and his expression faltered. “Although Charlie might be concerned about those bruises. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. They are war wounds, and I’m proud of them.” I raised my brow and smiled smugly. I also took the time to sneakily push power into his threads to heal his knuckles.

“You should be. You worked hard for them.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

We chuckled together, and after a slow, lingering kiss, Zaide put me down, retrieved my shirt, and helped me put it back on.

“I need a shower,” I remarked. “I also said I’d go to see Karin about adding power to the wards. Do you want to come with me?”

He shook his head as he dressed. “No, I need to find Charlie and get some help on what could have happened to Baelen.”

“Without a shower?” I asked.

“I’m not ready to wipe away the evidence just yet. Let me have this.” He kissed my forehead as I carefully pulled my underwear and leggings up.

“You can have whatever you want. Always,” I told him. And some primal part of me was glad he would be walking around with my mark on him, just as I had his marks on me.

Considering Daithi’s vision, it might be all I had of him soon.

* * *

“I wonderedwhere you had gotten to,” Natasha called as I approached. She was sitting outside of the medical center on the wooden step and stood to greet me. “You look … Is that dirt on your cheek?” She gasped and waggled her brows.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have to see myself to know I was covered in dirt. And probably walking strangely.

“Yes. I’m just going to have a shower, and then you can take me to the wards. I haven’t forgotten.” I walked past her, heading to my cabin, but she grasped my wrist and tugged me toward the hill instead.

“No need to shower on our account. It won’t take long,” she said cheerfully.

Easy for her to say when she isn’t the one with cum running down her leg.

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