Lumina pushed herself up from the tangled sheets, every muscle in her body singing with a deep, delicious ache.

The first round had left her boneless and flushed, but the tender soreness between her thighs and the faint bruises blooming on her hips and breasts were delicious reminders of how brutally Ashen had claimed her all night.

She reached for the quilt, wrapping it around her naked body like fragile armor, though it did nothing to hide the love bites and fingerprints he had painted across her skin.

"I need to have my bath," she said, voice still husky from screaming his name. She took one step toward the small adjoining bathing room.

"I have left the realm for many hours now and Stella will be..." Her words died the instant strong arms banded around her waist from behind, yanking her back against a hard, scorching chest.

She shifted forward instinctively, but a low, wicked chuckle rumbled against her neck. Ashen’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking gently. "Where do you think you’re going, wife?"

"Get your hands off me," she ordered, though the command came out breathy and weak. "I want my bath."

He ignored her completely. His mouth trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck while his hands slid upward, fingers teasing the undersides of her breasts through the quilt. He tugged at the fabric, trying to peel it away. She clutched it tighter, grabbing his wrists.

"I am tired, Ashen... and I need to..." Her protest melted into a soft moan as he guided her forward, turning her until she faced the full-length mirror on the far wall.

He lifted her hands and pressed her palms flat against the cool glass, caging her between his powerful body and her own reflection.

"I am so intoxicated by you," he murmured hotly against her ear, voice rough with fresh hunger. "And isn’t this exactly what you always wanted?"

"Ashen..." she breathed, half warning, half desperate surrender.

He ripped the quilt away in one smooth motion. It pooled at her feet. In the mirror she saw everything: her naked body still flushed and marked from their earlier sex, silver hair wild, lips swollen, eyes already glassy with renewed lust.

Ashen stood tall behind her, silver hair tousled, scarred muscles flexing as he kissed her neck again. She watched her own reflection moan, head tilting to give him better access.

Slowly, she let her fingers loosen. The quilt fell completely. "Ashen, I need to go back to the realm..."

Her words died as his hands cupped her full breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. She gasped, eyes locking with him in the mirror.

"Did you not notice?" he whispered, lips grazing her earlobe. "We didn’t repel each other right here."

Only then did it hit her she hadn’t recoiled from his touch. No burning poison in her veins. Her body welcomed him completely.

She stared at him through the reflection. "Does this mean... none of that happens in this realm?"

He nodded once, slow and certain. His left hand slid down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, then between her thighs. "I still wonder how my wife got outside the realm... and found her way to the Kraken Beast."

She rolled her eyes, but the motion turned into a broken moan as his fingers dipped into her already dripping cunt. "Hmmm... I think I’m giving you more space into..."

Her last word dissolved into a sharp gasp as he spread her legs wider and slid one thick finger deep inside her with devastating ease. She was still so sensitive from the night before, every nerve screaming.

"Open your eyes, my queen," he commanded, voice dark velvet.

She tried to roll her eyes again but obeyed, staring at their reflection his tall frame behind her, one arm banded around her waist, the other working between her thighs. She watched his fingers pump in and out of her slick pussy, her own hips rocking back shamelessly to meet every thrust.

"Ashen... we are not going for another round, are..." Her words slurred as her knees weakened.

"Oh, we definitely are," he growled, "and this time you’re going to watch your husband fuck you."

Her core clenched hard around his fingers as he added a second, then a third, thrusting faster and deeper. Her knees buckled; she nearly collapsed, but his arm around her tightened, holding her upright against his chest.

"Ash..." she moaned, head falling back against his shoulder.

He stopped abruptly.

Her eyes widened in protest.

"Shut those eyes one more time," he warned, voice low and dangerous, "and I will leave you dripping and empty."

She nodded frantically. He rewarded her by forcing four thick fingers inside her, stretching her wide, curling brutally against that perfect spot. She moaned wildly, watching in the mirror as her body shook, breasts bouncing with every rough plunge of his hand. Pleasure coiled viciously fast she came hard, shamelessly, crying out as her release gushed over his fingers and dripped down her trembling thighs.

He didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her with his fingers through every pulsing aftershock until she was oversensitive, shaking, and begging with broken whimpers.

Her cunt burned, aching desperately for his cock. She needed him now.

He withdrew slowly, smirking at her reflection. "Say it."

She swallowed hard, no shame left in her. "Dig into me me."

His hand encircled her throat as he bit her earlobe. "Louder. And keep those pretty eyes on the mirror. Don’t you love watching how well you take me?"

She stared at herself flushed, needy, eyes glassy with lust core throbbing unbearably. "Make love to me, Ashen," she said clearly, voice trembling with need.

That was all he needed.

He widened her stance, bent her forward, hands braced on the mirror. "Ashen... I can..." Her protest died as his thick cock plunged into her in one brutal thrust. She gasped, mouth falling open, staring wide-eyed at their reflection his cock disappearing deep inside her soaked pussy, her body jolting with every savage stroke.

He gave her no time to adjust. He fucked her roughly, hips snapping hard against her ass, breasts bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust. She watched it all, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror, the flex of his muscles, the way her own body arched greedily to meet him.

"Ashen, please... gently..." she whispered.

He leaned over her back, lips at her ear, still pounding deep. "Sorry, I can be gentle in other ways..." He moaned low as he bottomed out again. "But not when I am buried inside my wife."

His hand tightened around her throat just enough pressure to make her pulse race as he thrust so deep her toes left the floor. Her legs dangled helplessly, held up only by his iron grip and the relentless drive of his cock. She could barely breathe, barely thinking, only felt him stretching her, filling her completely, slamming against that spot over and over until stars exploded behind her eyes.

She couldn’t hold it. She squirted hard, releasing gushing down her thighs and onto the floor, but he didn’t stop. He slammed her straight through it, drawing out every violent shudder and cry.

She cried out mindlessly, body shaking, legs giving out. He bit her ear, voice rough with raw possession. "Never...never...let me go like that again."

"You are mine... and mine alone. So figure out how to stop whatever new shit is happening."

"Understood." She nodded frantically, barely able to speak.

"Say it properly."

"Yes, Ashen... yes..."

Right there he groaned roughly, thrusting deep one final time as he spilled inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her womb. Before she could catch her breath, he pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her effortlessly.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He thrust back into her in one smooth, brutal motion, pounding her again while holding her suspended in the air. She was exhausted, trembling, but her desperate need for him refused to fade. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging deep, moaning into his mouth as he kissed her savagely.

He carried her to the bed, laid her down, and spread her legs wide. He stared hungrily at her stretched, glistening, cum-filled pussy for a long moment, then lowered his head. His tongue plunged into her, licking and devouring their mixed release. She arched off the bed with a loud cry, hands fisting the sheets.

"Your body can’t get tired of me," he murmured against her swollen folds. "I’m nowhere near done with you."

He licked her slowly, thoroughly, then thrust his tongue deep again, thrusting her with it until her whole body vibrated with oversensitive pleasure. He crawled up her body, kissed her deeply letting her taste them both on his tongue while sliding his still-hard cock back inside her with one long thrust.

She moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tight around his hips as he began thrusting into her again slower this time, but no less deep. Every stroke dragged perfectly against her sensitive walls, building her back toward the edge.

"I love you," he whispered between kisses. "I missed you so much."

She could only moan and cling to him, lost in the rhythm of his body claiming hers, the way he filled her so completely, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in all the realms.

They moved together rough, tender, desperate until pleasure crested again. She came with a broken scream, clenching hard around him. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside her with a low, possessive groan.

He collapsed over her, still buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing hard.