Chapter 457:

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He kissed a path down my throat, over the still-tender mating mark, across my collarbones. His mouth closed over one nipple and sucked hard enough to arch my back. I tangled my fingers in his hair while he lavished the same attention on the other breast, teeth grazing, tongue soothing. Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between my legs. I was already slick, already aching.

Nero moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses over my ribs, my stomach, the soft curve of my hip. When he settled between my thighs and looked up at me, the gold in his eyes had returned—but this time it was pure heat, pure want.

“I want to taste my mate.”

The first long lick dragged a broken sound from my throat. He groaned against me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted and then he feasted—tongue broad and relentless, circling my clit, dipping inside, spreading me open so he could drink every drop. Two thick fingers slid into me, curling exactly right, and I came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around his head, runes flaring, soft silver across my skin.

He didn’t stop.

He licked me through the aftershocks until I was whimpering, oversensitive and still desperate for more. Only then did he crawl back up my body, eyes wild, mouth shining.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

He notched the broad head of his cock at my entrance and pushed in with one slow, inexorable thrust. The stretch stole my breath. He was thick, long, perfect, filling every empty place until I felt claimed down to my bones. When he bottomed out we both groaned. The bond flooded wide open—his awe, his hunger, the bone-deep relief of finally having me without anything standing between us.

He started to move.

𝗗іѕсо𝗏𝖾𝗿 𝗇𝗲𝘸 s𝘵o𝗿𝘪𝘦𝘀 o𝗇 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗻оvel𝗌.c𝘰𝗆

Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive nerve. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust, nails scoring his back, mouth open against his shoulder. The wet sound of our bodies filled the cabin, underscored by the crackle of the fire and the broken praises falling from his lips.

“So tight… so wet for me… my Luna… mine…”

He shifted angle, hooked one of my knees over his elbow, and drove deeper. The new depth made stars burst behind my eyes. I came again with a sob, clenching hard around him, and he growled low in his throat, hips stuttering as he fought not to follow me over.

“Not yet,” he rasped. “I want more of you.”

He pulled out only long enough to turn me onto my stomach, lift my hips, and slide back home from behind. The new angle dragged a helpless moan from my chest. His chest pressed to my back, one hand braced beside mine on the furs, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over my clit in time with his thrusts. I pushed back to meet him, chasing the building pressure, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy and perfect.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear. “Take what you need. Use your mate.”

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