Georgia’s eyes flicked back to his at the sound of his plea. The tension in them softened at the raw promise in his.

“I love you,” she whispered, and it wasn’t just the words themselves that struck through him like lightning—it was everything they represented: forgiveness, hope, trust. Kesh groaned like a wounded beast and flung himself down on top of her again, mouth seeking hers with a desperation he could do nothing to rein in. Hard, desperate kisses fell on her lips, her chin, her cheeks, her eyelids, then lips again. His tongue flicked against the seam, begging for entrance. He groaned again, deep and needy, and when it was granted and wet, soft heat enveloped him.

She mewled underneath him, sweet, feminine surrender, and clung to his shoulders, all thoughts of hiding her naked body from the onlookers forgotten as she embraced the firestorm of his love. She would never have to shield herself again. He would always be there to protect her. Always.

“I will burn the world for you,” he rasped, fist tightening in her hair. A tug and she bared her throat for his mouth with a soft whine. “And I will build it back up again, so you are surrounded by nothing but beauty and adoration. Mine. Always mine.” His rumbling devotions came between heated kisses to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, his brain fogging over with every brush of her skin against his lips. “Georgia.”

She was his apocalypse. His everything.

Slim fingers tugged at his hair. He pulled his mouth from her collarbone with effort and groaned softly at the heat in her gaze as it met his.

“You’re mine, too,” she whispered. “Always.”

His breath left him in an explosion. “I can’t wait. My heart, I need you—I need to have you, claim you. Tell me you want it, tell me you want me⁠—”

Her hands slid to his face, framing his jaw. “Yes.”

His last vestige of control broke.

His hand found the softness between her thighs as he descended on her breasts, mouth hungry and fingers shaking with need to feel her⁠—

“Fuck!” He snarled the word into her flesh as his fingers slid through her cleft and found her already soaked and swollen open for him. Darkness descended from all sides, narrowing his focus to the hot little cunt pulsing under his digits. Everything male and monstrous in him roared up from within, obliterating anything but the need to claim.

Her sheath clung to the two fingers he pushed up inside, and he groaned with her as her hips bucked to accept the intrusion.

“Kesh—!” His name broke on a moan that went straight to his groin, her fingernails digging into the plush carpet. “Ah, deeper⁠—!”

He obeyed on fevered instinct alone, curving for her G-spot with frantic reverence. The fleshy spot pulsed under his touch, warm slickness coating his fingers every time he dug into the cushioned bundle of nerves.

“S-hit! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her syrupy mewls rang in his ears as he kissed his way down her stomach, desperate to taste her need. Her clit lay swollen between her splayed labia, pressing against the ring confining it, begging for him.

“Nothing and no one’s gonna make me stop,” he growled, the gravel in his voice making it sound like a threat. It wasn’t.

The second his tongue flicked over the bared tip of her clit, her entire body arched up and her hands released the carpet to wind into his hair instead.

“Fuck yes! Kesh, yes! Kesh, Kesh, Kesh!” She sang his name like a filthy prayer, yanking on his hair to force him harder into her pussy. Her legs wound around his ribs, holding him to her as she rocked up against him in rhythm with his fingers and tongue, riding his face like the shameless slut she’d always bloomed into underneath him. If he hadn’t known she was meant to be his since the moment he first laid eyes on her, he’d have known it now, with her pussy pressed to his face and her limbs clutched to him like he was the center of her whole world. Like she lived for the pleasure only he could give.

His lips closed around her clit. On the first suck, her fingernails bit into his scalp.

Fuck, she smelled like life. Tasted like Fate. Felt like redemption.

He forced a third finger up inside her fluttering cunt and was rewarded with a hard gasp and a buck up against his mouth for “more!” The word rang through the cabin, pleading when he sucked her clit hard, demanding when he teased with long licks. When a fourth digit speared into her, her sweet voice took on a hoarse note, the demands finally turning soft and submissive.

“Shit, that’s—oh, Kesh, please, please…!”

Every instinct in his body understood what she needed. Snarling, he pulled her clit into his mouth, let the metal of her ring catch on his teeth to trap the base—and then sucked her so hard and fast, the tip of her small nub of nerves pulled long and taut within the hot cavern of his mouth.

She shrieked and arched off the floor, knees slamming closed on his ears, and hands shoving at his head instead of pulling in. He didn’t let her dislodge him, didn’t falter for a single second, because he was hard-wired for her, made for her, and nothing and no one would stop him from bringing her to completion—not even her.

It took seconds.

One moment she was frantically writhing to escape, the next, her pelvis bucked hard three times in a row, her back arched⁠—

The second her pussy pulsed on his hand, he curled his fingers in against his palm and pushed deep, forcing his knuckles through her spasming opening until his thumb caught on her flesh.

“Ah-ow! F-ah! Kesh, n-naah!” She shrieked, clinging to his hair, and finally, mercifully, came.

His name thundered in his ears as he fucked her on his hand, instincts ensuring he opened her pelvis for every thrust, even as his full focus remained on the tortured clit between his lips, the apex of her pleasure.

The smell of her release, rich and deep and Georgia, flooded his nostrils and lit up every cell in his body until there was nothing left of him but pulsing, aching need.

His female went boneless beneath him, thighs splaying wide and arms flopping down next to her body. Even her pussy eased its bone-breaking grip on his hand, the soft wetness of her turning pliant and submissive once more.

Releasing her clit from the vacuum of his mouth, Kesh pulled back up to his knees and stared down at her.

She was flushed and spent, mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile. Eyes dazed and full of worship. For him.

There was nothing he could do to hold back any longer.

Georgia let out a gasp of surprise when he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach, and a mewl of protest when he yanked her to her knees, ass toward him.

“Wait, Kesh⁠—”

Her cunt was swollen bright pink between her thighs, still soaking from her orgasm. Her entrance flushed open in anticipation.

“No.”

His voice was not his own. His body was not his own.

Kesh kept her anchored with a hand curled around her hip. He ripped his leathers open with the other, ruining them in the process. His cock sprang free, and the relief of it made a hoarse moan tear from his throat. It throbbed with his pounding heartbeat, the pronounced ridges nearly purple with the need to claim what was his.

He didn’t have a single drop of patience left to spare. Growling, he palmed her pussy, forced her thighs wider apart until her cunt gaped like a little mouth for him, pressed his knees between hers to keep her spread, and sank his cock into her without a moment’s hesitation.

“Ah! Sh-it! Fuck!”

He pushed the cartilage ridges on his crown through her opening in one, smooth push of his hips, and she screamed and cursed and smacked the floor with one hand.

He didn’t stop—couldn’t. He pushed deeper, forcing her pelvic bone to give way with the brutal shape of his cock. Everything was sharp, deep bliss, so powerful he could barely contain it.