5 Minutes of Compliance.

Caedes' eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and possessive hunger as Mariah's body trembled beneath his touch. The way she responded to his commands, the way she met his intensity with her own, sent a surge of power coursing through him. Every moan, every clawed mark she left on his skin; a dance of dominance and submission that left them both breathless. He savored the feel of her nails, the pain that came with it.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as their rhythm grew more frantic. The feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him drove him to the brink of madness. Each thrust was a declaration, a reaffirmation of his claim on her, and her on him. The taste of his own blood on his tongue, the sensation of her teeth sinking into his shoulder – his flesh, only fueled the fire raging within.

As her climax overtook her, Caedes felt his own control slipping. The way she called his name, the desperate, throaty sound of it, pushed him over the edge. With a guttural growl, he buried himself deep within her, his release mingling with hers in a violent surge of pleasure. He held her close, feeling her tremors as his own subsided, their bodies slick with sweat.

Breathing heavily, Caedes rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them. He could feel the pulse of her heart, still racing, mirroring his own. Emeralds met silver, intense and clouded with passion. He kissed her then, gently this time, a vast contrast to their previous intensity. It was a kiss of gratitude, of reverence for the woman who matched him so perfectly, who met his darkness with her own.