You're Mine [M]

He shushed her with a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hips snapped against her own. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it."

Medeia trembled, her wrists straining against the binds as she gasped, "I'm yours—only yours."

Lucian groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust harder, deeper, chasing both of their releases.

Lucian's pace grew rougher, his grip firm as he held Medeia in place, forcing her to take every deep thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—her body burning with pleasure, her bound wrists twitching as if begging to touch him.

"Lucian … so good," she moaned, her voice breathless and needy. She bit her lower lip, but something felt off.

She wanted to touch him too.

"Lucian … hug," she whimpered, her bound wrists twitching as she pleaded for him to untie her.