He growled, wishing he could rip the entire gods forsaken dress off as well. He wanted to see her tips harden in the air and feel her curls brush his face as he took her perfect nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting until she broke.

Fuck. He wanted someone to hear them. Wanted someone to see just how gods damn exquisite his mate was, see how her body clutched and begged for him and wish they could have that. Only to know, with every violent thrust they watched him force on her, that they’d never find anything like it.

Inching a thumb farther over, he began to work her clit, still driving unrelentingly into her. Her heavy-lidded eyes stayed focused on their connection, blood beading along her bottom lip as she bit down, watching him drive into her.

Circling his thumb faster and listening to her body for the exact pressure she needed, he lifted his other hand to grip her face, ripping her lip out from between her canines and sinking his own into it. She groaned loudly, bucking against him as she chased her climax.

Their bond thrummed to life, heating his chest, as she approached the edge, and he slammed up harder, using enough force for the shelf to creak in protest. He bared his teeth, fighting his own orgasm. “Give it to me, Veralie.”

He plunged as deep as he could, grinding up to hit that spot in a way he knew would have her seeing stars. She made a choking noise, squeezing her eyes closed as she bit back a cry.

But sadly for his aitanta, her valiant efforts were in vain. There was no way in this world, or any after it, that every Magyki there couldn’t hear the groaning wood and the delicious fucking sound of him claiming her.

The wet slap and slide of their bodies echoed out into the enormous room, making him teeter dangerously close to his own finish.

“Now, little star.” He moved harder, faster, reveling in the mixture of pleasure and pain radiating from her as her spine screamed and her body exploded.

She gasped, carving bloody trails into his arms as her orgasm finally crashed into her. Her thighs tightened around him, squeezing his torso, and he immediately followed, clamping his jaw around her neck as he poured himself into her with a burst of wild, unhinged thrusts.

Spots danced across his vision, and he felt almost drunk as the combination of both their climaxes coursed through him at once, knowing she could feel the same. He groaned into her skin, refusing to slow his hips until the last wave of pleasure left their bodies.

He lifted his head, panting as he smiled at her, watching her droop back against the almost empty bookshelf. He was honestly impressed it was still standing.

“I want to praise you for how well you took me, and in the same breath, damn you for not screaming my name out to the gods.”