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I’ve taken power from kings, killers, and creatures with no name.
One touch — and I see everything.
One breath — and their strength becomes mine.

But him?

He’s different.

The moment I kissed him, I felt nothing flood in. No rush of energy. No visions. Just… stillness. Silence.
And heat.

My hands stayed on his chest longer than they should’ve. My body didn’t pull away. It leaned in — confused at first. Curious. Hungry.

He said nothing.
Just watched me.

And I did something I never do.
I stepped back.

Slowly, I pulled off my gloves.
Then the long black coat.
Then the corset — unlaced and deliberate, until black lace gave way to skin, and the air felt colder than I expected.

He still said nothing.
He just watched me fall apart one layer at a time — like I was the one being hunted now.

I dropped to my knees.

Not because I had to.
Because I wanted to.

I wanted to feel his strength on my tongue, against my lips, filling my mouth until my jaw ached and my eyes blurred. I wanted to hear the break in his voice when I took him deeper, moaning softly, surrendering with every stroke of my tongue.

I wanted to give.
Not take.

He pulled me up when he couldn’t take more — kissed me hard, held me tighter, laid me out across the stone table like he was the one reclaiming me now.

And I let him.

He entered me with a groan that made my body clench around him. I gasped, arching up, nails scraping at the stone as he rocked into me again and again — harder, deeper, shifting me into new angles, new shapes, like he was sculpting pleasure from my bones.

I usually lead.
This time, I followed.

Bent over the table. On my knees. On his lap, his mouth on my shoulder as he filled me in places I rarely gave — but craved tonight like I never had before.

He flipped me over, pinned my wrists above my head, and took me until I couldn’t speak — until I was moaning his name like he’d stolen something from me.

But he hadn’t.
I’d given it.

When I came, it wasn’t power that rushed through me.
It was surrender.
And it was perfect.

He whispered something against my throat.
I didn’t understand the language.

But I understood the feeling:
I wasn’t absorbing his power.
I was drowning in it.

And for once…
I didn’t want to come back up.

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