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He smiled up at her, transfixed.

But when her little hand slid up to stroke his right horn, he growled with lust and flipped them over, pinning her to the bed.

“Mine,” he heard himself roar before he fell on her.

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OLIVIA

Olivia lost herself in Stark’s embrace as he pinned her to the bed, kissing her like he was afraid he would lose her.

She arched up to meet him, aching for his touch, yearning to for the bond between them to seal them close.

He pulled back slightly after a moment. His eyes were wild with hunger and he gazed down at her like he wanted to consume her.

“S-stark,” she murmured.

But he was sliding his thumb along her dress, deftly removing every layer between them until they both were bare.

“Mine,” he groaned as he pressed kisses to her collarbone and nuzzled lower, licking her nipples into his mouth one and then the other.

Something was building in Olivia, a need beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

“Please,” she whispered.

But he was already nudging her thighs apart and teasing her sex with his hot breath. Olivia moaned and felt his mouth on her, coaxing the fierce demands of her body higher and higher until her blood seemed to thrum and throb in her veins.

When the tension seemed so tight that she was sure she would burst, he crawled up to cage her in his arms.

“Will you accept me as your mate, Olivia?” His voice was rough but her name was like a song.

“Yes,” she gasped.

His face was a study in barley restrained desire as he eased himself against her. She could feel him, throbbing like steel.

“Please,” she moaned as the bond between them tightened.

He growled and filled her at last.

Rainbows flashed behind her eyes and she clung to him as pleasure shot through her.

It was as if the world before had been all in grays and colors were finally flooding in, lifting her heart and soothing away all the sadness she had ever felt, illuminating her until there were no dark corners left - only the excruciating beauty of the love she felt, and the joy of having his arms wrapped around her as he possessed her very soul.

When the pleasure broke for them both at once she gasped for breath, laughing with release and happiness.

“I love that,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “I love that sound. I only ever want to make you happy.”

He rolled onto his back, pulling her to his chest and running his fingers through her hair.

She breathed him in, feeling the pull between their hearts as if they were connected.

“Are you hungry?” he asked after a moment.

“In a little while,” she said, snuggling in.

“About that,” he said.

“What?” she asked, opening her eyes.