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He lounged in a wooden chair, the amber lantern light sculpting every hard plane of his naked body, deepening the hollows between the muscles of his abdomen as he leaned back.

He stroked himself in slow, languid pulls, the metal piercings gleaming in the dull light with the movement.

An unwelcome throb shot between my thighs.

“There you are.”

Disgust crawled up my throat at the way my thighs clenched together in needy anticipation. His lust fed the void he had carved inside my chest, tingling against my skin before sinking into my veins.

The burnt flesh on his chest had all but healed, unlike the wound he had caused in my heart.

Hatred curdled inside me, yet my body betrayed me, craving the seductive power pouring from him.

“You can feel that, can’t you? My lust diving into you and putting out the pain I caused.” He shifted his hips, a masculine moan sending a flood of turquoise glistening through my veins underneath my pale skin. “Crawl to me.”

The burnout had sapped any energy I would have had to fight the emotions bubbling up inside me, so I simply surrendered.

I snarled, the noise weak and pitiful, yet I found myself pushing onto my hands and knees. I was naked from the waist down, my pants torn to shreds from my tail. My white tunic was still drenched with sea water, and it clung to my curves, leaving my peaked nipples on full display.

His gaze lingered over every slow, unsteady movement as I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, as though each inch I surrendered was a gift.

“I should probably still be angry that you tried to run from me.” He tilted his head, considering. “Then again...” A slow smile curved his lips, deepening the devastating dimples that had no right to belong to a monster. “Seeing you on your knees before me does make it rather difficult to stay upset.”

He brushed my damp hair behind my ear as I knelt between his thighs. “You are going to earn back every single drop of power my fire burnt from you….”

He took my hand, curling my fingers around his hardness. The contact drew a sharp inhale from him, his cock twitching against my grasp. “Don’t forget to use your teeth, as promised.” His hand slipped into my hair, careful enough to seem affectionate before he fisted the strands and guided my mouth towards the piercings on his shaft.

A pulse of turquoise magic surged through me, easing the crushing weight from my lungs. For the first time since he'd dragged me from the ocean, I drew a full breath—only to lose it again an instant later as he thrust forcefully into my mouth.

His piercings glided against my tongue, the metallic taste of them mixing with the saltiness of his seed. I bit down into his silky skin and his entire body tensed, air hissing in a sharp intake of breath between his gritted teeth. Yet more lust oozed from him in reward.

I released him, pulling back up to glare at him in warning. I pursed my lips together and blew cool air onto the wet crown of his cock.

“You’re a cruel⁠—”

Whatever he was going to say cut off in a hiss as I leant in, dragging my tongue across the seam of his balls and up the length of his shaft. I splayed my hands against his hips, pinning him to the chair as I explored his length with my tongue, swirling around all three of his piercings.

“Stop teasing me,” he rumbled, and I looked up at him through my lashes. The raw ache in his expression stole what little breath I'd managed to recover. “Come on, Lyra. Let me see those pretty cheeks hollow out.”

A flutter stirred low in my stomach and something in me gave into his words. I sucked him into my mouth, his crown hitting the back of my throat. The groan that rumbled through him shot heat straight between my thighs.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” he gritted out. “That mouth.”

I hate him, I chanted through my mind, but my throat relaxed at his praise, taking him deeper. His breaths became laboured. His eyes filled with carnal hunger, and his lips parted as he watched me take him until tears slid down my cheeks.

“Yes,” he panted, pulling me back by the hair and letting his cock spring from my mouth, slapping against his thigh.

He tipped my head back until my neck arched, leaning over me until he filled my entire world.

Gently, he swept away the tears that had escaped with the pad of his thumb.

I leant into the touch before it disappeared.

His open palm slapped across my face, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Pain bloomed along my cheek, sending a relentless throb through my clit that swallowed every rational thought.

“Such a good fucking wife.” His hand gripped my face, thumb and forefinger squeezing my cheeks together as he leaned close enough for his breath to ghost across my skin. “Choking on your husband's cock.”

For a suspended heartbeat, I thought he was going to kiss me. The softness in his eyes almost made me ache for it.