One brutal, unforgiving thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her unprepared body.

The sound was obscene. A wet, meaty squelch that echoed in the quiet room, followed immediately by her choked scream.

Her back arched off the bed. Her eyes rolled back. Her telekinesis exploded outward in an uncontrolled burst, rattling the blinds and sending a glass on the nightstand wobbling dangerously close to the edge.

"Satori!" She couldn't form a complete sentence. "You didn't even warn—fuck!"

He didn't give her time to adjust.

His hips drew back and snapped forward again, setting a pace that was anything but gentle. Hard, fast, punishing thrusts that drove the air from her lungs and scattered her thoughts like leaves in a storm.

His mouth found her ear.

"A king doesn't ask permission to enter his own throne room."

The words were growled, dark and possessive and absolutely filthy. They sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her already overwhelmed nervous system.

The bed frame creaked in protest beneath them, headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm.

His hand fisted in her hair, holding her head in place as he fucked into her with single-minded focus. His other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

"Look at you." His voice was rough, breathless. "So wet for me. Taking all of it like you were made for this."

She tried to respond. Managed only a broken moan.

"You love this, don't you?" He ground down on the next thrust, hitting something inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. "Being filled up. Used. Reminded who you belong to."

"Yes!" The word tore from her throat. "Yes, fuck, yes!"

Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his back, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. The sting only seemed to spur him on. He increased his pace, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she felt like he was trying to split her in half.

The pressure built low in her belly. Coiling tighter and tighter with each impact of his hips against hers. Her inner walls fluttered around him, clenching down involuntarily.

"Satori, I'm—I can't—"

"Come for me." Not a request. A command. "Now."

His hand released her hip, sliding between their bodies to find the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex. He pressed down, circled, and she shattered.

The orgasm hit like a freight train.

Her entire body seized. Her scream was wordless at first, just pure sound ripped from the depths of her chest. Then his name, loud and desperate and completely unrestrained.

"SATORIIIIII!"

She felt him lose rhythm. His thrusts became erratic, desperate. Then he was coming too, grinding deep and holding there as he emptied himself inside her. The groan that escaped him was primal, animalistic.

For several long moments, neither of them moved.

Just breathed. Hearts pounding against each other. Sweat cooling on overheated skin.

He started to pull out.

Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

"Don't." Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. "Stay inside me. I want to feel you."

He went still above her.

Then his lips curved into that dangerous smile she'd come to crave like oxygen.

"Greedy."

"Only for my king."

He shifted slightly, rolling them so she was draped across his chest instead of pinned beneath him. Still joined. Still full of him.

Her fingers traced idle patterns on his skin, following the red lines her nails had left. She felt no guilt about marking him. Let the other girls at the academy see. Let them know he was taken.

His hand stroked through her hair, the gesture surprisingly gentle after the brutal claiming he'd just delivered.

"You're insatiable," he said.

She pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

"Your fault for being so good at this."

"Mm." His chest rumbled beneath her cheek. "Good girl. You took it all like a queen."

The praise sent a warm flush through her entire body. She nuzzled closer, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat and him.

This was everything she needed.

Then his hand was on her ass, delivering a sharp smack that made her yelp.

"Get in the shower, princess." His voice shifted, becoming more businesslike even as his fingers traced lazy circles on her skin. "We've got a ferry to catch."

She groaned, burrowing her face against his neck.

"Five more minutes."

"No."

"You're cruel."

"And you're going to make us late if you keep stalling."

He was right, of course. They still had to finish packing. Had to make sure nothing incriminating was left behind. Had to transform from the disheveled, sex-drunk mess they currently were into presentable academy prospects.

But for just a moment longer, she let herself be weak.

Let herself cling to him like he was the only solid thing in a world that kept shifting beneath her feet.

"I'm scared," she whispered against his skin.

His hand stilled in her hair.

"Of what?"

"That this ends when we get on that ferry. That we go back to being strangers who can't stand each other."

"Is that what you think will happen?"

"I don't know." She lifted her head to meet his eyes. "I don't know how to do this. How to be your queen in public when I can't even touch you."

His expression softened. Just slightly.

He cupped her face, thumb brushing across her cheekbone.

"You're already my queen, Natalia. The rest is just performance."

"But—"

"Do you trust me?"

She didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

"Then trust that I won't let anyone take this from us." His eyes held hers, intense and unwavering. "Not the academy. Not the VHC. Not even the gods themselves."

The conviction in his voice made her chest ache.

She kissed him. Soft and slow and achingly tender.

When she pulled back, his lips curved into a smirk.

"Now get your perfect ass in the shower before I decide to fuck you again and we miss the ferry entirely."

She laughed despite herself.

Then gasped as he finally pulled out of her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.

He rolled out of bed in one fluid motion, completely unbothered by his nudity as he stretched. Morning light caught the defined muscles of his back, the lean strength in his shoulders.

She watched him cross to the bathroom, openly admiring the view.

He paused in the doorway, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

"Coming?"

She scrambled after him, leaving the tangled sheets behind.

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