His breath scorched my throat as his lips dragged lower, desperate, frantic, as though every kiss was a prayer, every bite a vow

    His hands slid down, gripping the hem of his own shirt that clung damply to me,

    With one harsh pull, he tore it open, the fabric splitting with a sound that jolted something deep inside me.

    “Francesco-“I gasped, half protest, half plea.

    “Mine,” he growled against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, primal, terrifying, intoxicating. “You’re mine, Eine. You don’t get to throw yourself into death and leave me behind. You hear me?”

    The feral edge of his voice sent shivers racing down my spine.

    My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, not in fear, but in recognition. Mika whimpered, pressing against my consciousness, urging me to submit–to let him im, to let him ease the agony that had torn through him when he thought he’d lost us.

    I nodded, breathless, unable to find words. And that was enough.

    His mouth returned to mine, crushing, devouring. My fingers wed at his shoulders, at his hair, pulling him closer, needing the same desperate reassurance he sought in me. The tension that had been coiling between us for weeks–months–snapped.

    He ripped thest of the shirt from me, baring my skin to the cool air. A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest as his gaze swept over me, heated and wild. His hands followed, rough palms tracing every curve, every hollow, as if memorizing me all over again.

    I arched beneath him when his mouth found my corbone, then lower, his tongue teasing, his teeth grazing until my breath broke in a sharp cry. H hands pinned my wrists above my head, holding me in ce as his mouth worshipped and punished me in equal measure.

    “Francesco–please-“I writhed beneath him, my body burning, aching for more.

    “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, torn betweenmand and plea. “Say it, Eine. Say you want me.”

    “I want you,” I gasped, the words tumbling out without hesitation. “All of you–please-”

    His control shattered.

    With a guttural growl, he freed my wrists only to tear at his own clothes, stripping them off with reckless urgency. His body pressed against mine, all hard muscle and burning heat, pinning me beneath him. His wolf was so close to the surface I could almost see it in the golden ze of his eyes, in the way his teeth grazed my skin ilike /ia predator iming its mate.

    Every kiss turned rougher, every touch more desperate. He marked me with his mouth–along my throat, between my breasts, down the curve of my stomach–branding me as his. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails, but instead of pulling away, he groaned, the sound thick with need, and pressed harder against me.

    When his fingers slipped lower, teasing, demanding, I gasped and arched into him. He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me space to think. He took, and I gave, again and again, until my body trembled beneath the onught of his touch.

    “Francesco!” I cried out, my voice breaking as heat coiled and snapped inside me, overwhelming and consuming.

    My vision blurred, stars bursting behind my eyes as pleasure crashed over me.

    But he wasn’t done.

    Not nearly.

    Before my body could even recover, he positioned himself above me, his chest heaving, his gaze burning straight bthrough /bbme/b.

    His hands framed my face, almost gentle for a fleeting moment, and his lips brushed mins with a tenderness that nearly undid me

    Then, with one fierce thrust, he entered me.

    “AAHHH..!!!” I cried out, not in pain, but in shock at the sheer force of him, at howpletely he filled me, how utterly he consumed me.

    His growl vibrated against my throat as he buried himself deeper, his body trembling with restraint.

    “God, Eine…” he rasped, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot and ragged, “You’re mine, You’ll always be mine.”

    And then he moved.

    The pace was raw, unrelenting, every thrust a im, every movement a desperate vow that he would never let me go.

    His hands tangled in my hair, his mouth devoured mine, his body drove into me with a ferocity that stole my breath and left me wing at him, begging for more.

    There was no gentleness, no hesitation.

    Only hunger.

    Only need.

    Only the raw, consuming bond between us.

    And I surrendered.

    Completely.

    He set a rhythm that left me gasping, relentless and consuming.

    My body strained against his, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure that bordered on pain, but I craved it. I weed it. The raw ferocity in hum

    didn’t scare me–it thrilled me.

    It was his fear, his love, his wolf pouring out in every hard, punishing movement.

    My nails dug into his back, scoring him deeper, but it only made him groan louder, his hips snapping harder against mine. His breath was ragged, broken, his growls vibrating in his chest. He bit at my shoulder, my throat, leaving marks that would linger–his marks, proof to himself and to anyone who dared look that I belonged to him.

    “Francesco–Ah… please–don’t stop-” My words tumbled out between desperate moans, incoherent, raw.

    He snarled, pulling me tighter against him, and flipped us with a speed that stole my breath.

    -Suddenly I was astride him, his hands gripping my hips, forcing me to move over him as he thrust upward. The angle drove him deeper, stealing every

    ounce of air from my lungs.

    Oh, Moon Goddessb… /b

    “Ride me, Eine,” he demanded, his voice low and guttural. “Show me you’re mine.”

    I obeyed, my body taking control even as it trembled from the intensity.

    I moved against him, wild and unrestrained, chasing that consuming fire building inside me. His hands guided me, punishing and worshipful, bhis /bbthumbs /bdigging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

    My cries filled the room, echoing off the wails, and his eyes never left me, golden and feral, watching as I shattered baround /bbhim /bagain.

    My body convulsed, copsing against his chestb, /bbut he didn’t stop.

    b2/3 /b

    Thu, 20 M?

    Fuck!

    He rolled us again, pinning me beneath him, taking back control. His thrusts grew even rougher, his wolf so close to the surface I swore I could feel bthe /brumble of it through his body.

    Hours blurred into one relentless rhythm of need and surrender.

    Every time I thought I had no strength left, he dragged me higher again. My body gave, again and again, unraveling under his touch, under his hunger. My voice grew hoarse from crying his name, from begging, from screaming as each climax tore me apart and remade me.

    At times he was almost brutal, his pace merciless, his teeth sinking into my skin with desperate need.

    At others, he slowed just enough to kiss me deeply, to whisper broken words against my lips-“Never again… never lose you again… mine, always mine.

    The shift between rough intensity and fleeting tenderness made me ache in ways I couldn’t describe.

    Every time he slowed, his hands trembling as he brushed my hair from my face or kissed my tears away, I thought he might finally calm.

    But then his eyes would ze, his wolf would surge, and he’d im me all over again, harder, deeper, hungrier.

    The sheets were torn, the bed shifted beneath us with every violent thrust, the air heavy with the scent of our mingled desire and his Lycan dominance.

    My body burned, overstimted, trembling and raw, but I never wanted it to end.

    By the time dawn threatened the horizon, we had lost count of the hours.

    My body ached in every ce he had touched, kissed, bitten–but the ache was sweet, grounding. I was spent, my skin slick with sweat, my voice brokeng from moaning his name.

    And finally, finally, his movements slowed.

    He copsed against me, his chest heaving, his lips pressed to my temple.

    His hands, once rough and demanding, now traced my skin with reverence, trembling as though he couldn’t believe I was still here, still his.

    “I almost lost you… Again.” he whispered, his voice raw, broken, nothing like themanding Alpha everyone feared. “Eine… I don’t know what I would’ve be without you.”

    Tears stung my ieyes/ii, /imy heart swelling painfully at the vulnerability in his tone.

    I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him icloser/ii. /i“You’ll never lose me,” I whispered back, imy /ivoice hoarse but steady. “I’m here, Francesco. And I’m always yours.”

    His lips imed mine again, but this time the kiss was slow, tenderb, /bfilled not with desperation but with devotion.

    He moved within me once more, softer now, his pace gentle, every thrust a vow, every touch a caress.

    And in that final joining, after hours of feral, consuming ipassion/i, we found something deeper–something unshakable.

    bAD /b

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