5 Minutes of Compliance.

Caedes's breath hitched as he felt Mariah's body react to his touch, a symphony of torment and pleasure igniting between them. He reveled in the way she molded to him, their connection so primal, so raw. His grip on her hip tightened possessively, his other paw exploring her thigh, leaving a burning trail that marked his territory. Her vulnerability and empowerment under his gaze fueled his desire, a beastly hunger that could not be sated.

The moment their eyes locked, the electricity between them was palpable. Her silver eyes glimmered with a lust that mirrored his own, a shared passion that only intensified the heat between them. He drank in her whimper, the arch of her body into his, the way she surrendered to the overwhelming bliss he gave her. Her claws sank into his muscles, a delicious pain that anchored him to her, drawing him deeper into their shared ecstasy.

Her trembling body, the desperate way she clung to him, each subtle movement a plea for release — he relished it all. His teasing, slow thrusts and sudden pauses were a merciless game, each one driving her need higher, making her writhe beneath him.

"Mariah," He growled, his voice thick with desire. He rocked into her again, and again, savoring the way her body responded, the way she begged wordlessly for more.

He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let go, Mariah. Surrender. Only then will you find the release you crave." His words were a promise, a command, and as he moved within her, he knew she would give in. She always did. And the thought of it, of their connection, made him shiver with anticipation of the climax they would reach together. "Hurt me." God he wanted her to dig her nails in, her teeth, anything.