CHAPTER 45: HER ASPECT SCREAMS MY NAME TOO

I dismissed the notification, focusing instead on the girl in my arms. Her breathing was evening out, her body relaxing against mine.

"You okay?" I asked, stroking her hair.

She nodded against my chest, then looked up at me with those violet eyes, now clear and focused again. "That was... intense."

"Too much?" I kept my voice neutral, though I already knew the answer.

"No," she whispered, then stronger: "No. I wanted it. I want... more."

I smiled, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. "There’s plenty more, Princess."

I laid her back on the bed, positioning myself above her. My cock was already hardening again, the new Mysticism trait working its magic on my stamina. Natalia’s eyes widened as she noticed.

"Already?"

"We’re just getting started," I promised, trailing my fingers down her body to the waistband of her shorts. "I want to hear you scream my name until your voice gives out."

She shivered at my words, her legs parting instinctively. "The music..."

"Won’t be loud enough," I finished for her, tugging her shorts down her legs. "But it’ll have to do."

I settled between her thighs, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath me. In the faint city light, her skin glowed like porcelain, marred only by the marks I’d left on her neck and collarbone the night before. The physical evidence of my claim on her filled me with savage satisfaction.

"You’re beautiful," I told her, and meant it. For all that this had started as a mission, a quest to be completed, I couldn’t deny the genuine desire I felt for her now.

She reached up, pulling me down for a kiss that tasted of her submission and my release. Her hands roamed over my chest, exploring the body that had changed so dramatically over the past month.

"I want you," she whispered against my lips. "All of you."

I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness that told me she was more than ready. I pushed forward, just enough for her to feel the pressure.

"This might hurt," I warned, surprising myself with the genuine concern in my voice.

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. "I know. I don’t care."

In one smooth thrust, I pushed inside her, breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her back arching off the bed. I stilled, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.

"Breathe," I murmured, kissing away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes.

After a moment, her body relaxed, the pain gradually subsiding like waves receding from shore. She shifted her hips experimentally, testing the unfamiliar sensation of our bodies joined together, and I couldn’t suppress the primal groan that escaped my throat as her inner walls clenched around me.

"Move," she commanded, a brilliant flash of her usual imperious tone cutting through her vulnerability. Her eyes locked with mine, pupils dilated with desire. "Please, Satori."

Hearing that word—"please"—from those proud lips sent a surge of raw power coursing through my veins. I began to move inside her, establishing a steady, deliberate rhythm that had her gasping with each deep thrust. The bed protested beneath our weight, the ornate headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall, creating a percussion track to accompany the music still playing softly in the background.

Her telekinesis flared involuntarily with her mounting pleasure, objects throughout the lavish bedroom trembling and lifting slightly off surfaces. Pens rolled across her desk, picture frames tilted, and her collection of expensive perfume bottles danced precariously at the edge of her vanity. The sight of her formidable power responding unconsciously to my touch was utterly intoxicating.

"Look at you," I whispered against her ear, gradually increasing my pace, feeling her heat and wetness enveloping me completely. "The great Natalia Kuzmina, losing control because of me."

"Shut up," she moaned, but there was no real resistance behind the words. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, her perfect lips parted as shallow breaths escaped her. Sweat glistened across her flushed skin, purple hair splayed against the silk pillows like a royal crown.

I reached between our joined bodies, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. She jerked violently at the contact, a startled, vulnerable cry escaping her throat.

"Say it," I demanded. "Say you’re mine."

She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, fighting her surrender even now, at the edge of ecstasy. I pressed harder, my hips driving into her with increasing force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

"Say it, Natalia."

"I’m yours," she finally gasped, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around me as she approached her peak. "I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!"

Her orgasm crashed through her like a devastating tsunami, her entire body convulsing beneath mine in waves of pleasure. Her telekinesis exploded outward in a psychic shockwave, sending books flying off shelves, knocking over expensive lamps, and rattling the windows in their frames. The cacophony of objects crashing to the floor was completely drowned out by her unrestrained scream of ecstasy, which tore from her throat despite her desperate attempts to muffle it against my shoulder.

The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pulsing around me, triggered my own release. I buried myself deep inside her, filling her with hot spurts of cum. In that moment, the conquest was complete.

As we lay tangled together afterward, both of us sweaty and spent, I felt something unexpected: a sense of genuine satisfaction that went beyond completing a quest. I stroked her hair as she nestled against my chest, her breathing slowing as she drifted toward sleep.

"Satori?" she murmured drowsily.

"Hmm?"

"Is this... are we...?" She couldn’t seem to find the words.

I kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep, Princess. We’ll figure it out tomorrow."

As she fell asleep in my arms, I stared at the ceiling, contemplating my next move. The entrance exams were approaching. New challenges awaited. But for now, I had accomplished what I set out to do.

Natalia Kuzmina was mine.