Elena – POV
Gods.
He tore into me like I was made for him—like this was something the universe had written in blood and fire long before we ever met. For a heartbeat, it was like losing my virginity again. My body split apart and reformed around him. I gasped, not from pain, but from how deeply I felt him—how completely.
He gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly, only to slam me back down with such force that water sloshed over the edge of the tub. My scream echoed through the bathroom, raw and unfiltered. My breasts bounced against his chest, slick skin sliding against slick skin, every inch of contact sparking fire under my skin.
Again. Again. Again.
He set a punishing rhythm, dragging pleasure out of me like it was his right. And maybe it was. I was his mate. His equal. His torment. His temptation.
