> "There's a difference between giving yourself to someone... and being claimed."
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She didn't touch him at first.
Not really.
She stood there, watching him on his knees. Her robe slipped down one shoulder like it had been designed by sin itself. Her eyes glowed faintly with an ethereal silver light—not human. Not safe. Not trying to be.
Dominic didn't flinch.
He was naked, hard, trembling, but for the first time in his life, he felt peace. Not because he was in control.
Because she was.
Lyra circled him, like a lioness inspecting her prey. Her bare feet padded across the black marble floor, each step sending a ripple of magic through the air. The room seemed to bend around her, the very shadows arching to listen to her breath.
"You've been very obedient," she purred, voice like crushed velvet. "Almost… desperate."
"Almost?" he rasped, barely able to speak.
She smiled, tilting his chin up with one perfectly curved finger. "You think what you've shown me is desperation?"
His throat bobbed. "I—yes."
She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear. "Then you don't know what I want from you yet."
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She didn't kiss him. Didn't touch his cock. Didn't strip.
She sat.
On his throne.
The black obsidian chair that no man, no king, no devil dared rest upon.
And she crossed her legs, slipping a thigh over the other like she owned the entire plane of existence—and he was just the air in it.
"You used to be a god in this city," she said, running her fingers through her hair. "Now you beg me to breathe on you."
He looked up at her from the floor. His voice cracked. "I'll beg harder."
"Then do it."
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He crawled.
Not walked.
Crawled.
The CEO of Virelli Holdings, billionaire, mercenary kingmaker, magic-contractor to the damned—on all fours, cock swinging, sweat beading on his chest.
"Please," he whispered, forehead pressing to the step beneath her feet. "I can't think. I can't sleep. I see you when I close my eyes. I come to the sound of your name—"
She yawned.
He froze.
And then she spread her legs.
No panties.
Just smooth, glowing skin, the shimmer of her magic coiled