“I wanted to wait. I wanted to go slow with you and bind our souls together gently. But I can’t. I need you too badly, little star.”

His body shuddered, and she could sense he was struggling to hold himself back, needing this—needing her—to repair the wound in his soul. But even still, he waited, giving her the chance to say no.

The bite marks on her body throbbed in time with the fingers pumping in and out of her. Forcing his marks on her had been a bastard move, but there was no doubt in her mind, if she said no to this, he’d accept it.

She placed a hand on his cheek, rotating her hips to give him better access. “I need you, too, Jaren.”

He closed his eyes, his fingers thrusting in deep. “I won’t be gentle,” he warned, a low growl in his voice as he added a third finger.

She winced, her body unprepared for the fullness, but the discomfort quickly faded when he curled his fingers to press on that blessed, gods damn spot. “I told you before, I can take it.”

His chest rumbled, and he removed his fingers to undo his trousers, chuckling darkly when she whined. His rock-hard length sprang free, and he wasted no time reaching down and pressing his tip on her throbbing clit.

Pleasure rippled off him, and he cursed when he rubbed himself down her center, sliding easily through her arousal. “You fought me so hard, aitanta, yet feel how wet you are for me.” He hummed, circling her clit with his free hand. “Your body craves my marks.”

“Actually, it craves tearing your teeth out and shoving them in your own gods damn neck,” she said, her body tensing when he finally aligned with her entrance.

His entire body shook when he pressed in just slightly, the last thread of his control seconds from snapping. “You could always shove in yours.”

She blinked, his comment distracting her from the thick head pressing into her. He wanted her to bite him back? She blanched, shaking her head. “That’s not going to happen.”

He flashed her a canine. “We’ll see.” Rolling his hips, he pushed in slowly, watching her face with unnerving focus.

He’d barely moved at all when she bit back a hiss, the stretch already stinging. “You’re not going to fit, Jaren.”

He pressed on the inside of her thighs, spreading them as far as she could handle before wrapping his hands around her hips. “The gods made you to take me. It’ll fucking fit.”

Dropping his gaze to where they were connected, he bared his teeth and thrust up sharply, shattering her entire sense of self.

She cried out, closing her eyes, and grasped at his arms as her center clenched and burned. “Gods, I think you tore me in half,” she croaked, breathing through the discomfort.

He chuckled. “Oh, little star, that wasn’t even all of me.” Her eyes flew open just before he smashed his lips to hers, tasting her cry, and slammed the rest of the way in.