Chapter 809 – [Lust Meter Activation: 100%]
His mouth found hers, not gentle, not asking. It was a kiss of claiming, of possession. His tongue thrust into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm he was about to set between her legs.
He broke the kiss, panting, his forehead resting against hers.
"I'm going to f*ck you now, Sira. Hard."
"Do it," she whimpered, the words of surrender that was also a victory.
He guided himself to her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wet heat. Oh, it was delicious. The wetness. The warmth. The desperate way her body opened to him, even as her spirit fought.
The sigils on his skin blazed with a faint, inner light, the lines shifting and swirling as if alive. This was more than lust. This was something primal, something ancient. The need to mate, to possess, to leave a part of himself so deeply inside her that she would never again be entirely her own. That would be entirely his.
