Riven POV
The way he's looking at me is dangerous. Those blood-red eyes burn into me like fire, like he's daring me to run but promising he'll catch me if I do. My breath is uneven, chest rising and falling fast, but my body betrays me—I want him. I've always wanted him.
He closes the distance, fingers brushing over my jaw before he grips it tight. "You think you can tease me and walk away?" he whispers, his voice low, sharp, filled with hunger.
My lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, I smirk. "Maybe I like watching you lose control."
That's all it takes. He crushes his mouth against mine, and the kiss is nothing soft—it's teeth, tongue, desperation. A growl rumbles from his chest as he pushes me back, and I stumble until my legs hit the bed. He doesn't give me a chance to fall gracefully; he throws me onto the mattress like I'm his prey.
"Mine," he snarls, climbing over me. His weight pins me down, and the heat of him drives me insane.
My hands claw at his shirt, yanking it over his head. His skin is hot, his muscles tense under my fingers, and I can't help but dig my nails in just to hear him groan. He retaliates by ripping at my own clothes, baring me piece by piece, lips tracing every inch he uncovers. When he bites down on my collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark, I moan shamelessly.
"Louder," he demands against my skin. "I want everyone to know who's inside you."
The words make my cock twitch, and I curse under my breath. "Fuck, Lior…"
He smirks against my throat, dragging his teeth lower, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down my chest. By the time he takes me in his hand, I'm already trembling. His strokes are slow at first, almost cruel in how they drag out my moans.
"Beg for it," he murmurs, eyes flashing with shadowed fire.
I hate that he has this power over me—but gods, I love it too. "Please," I pant, arching up into his grip. "I need you inside me."
That earns me another kiss, rough and consuming, before he lines himself up. The stretch burns, but the pleasure swallows it whole as he thrusts in, filling me completely. My back arches, a cry breaking from my lips.
"Fuck, you feel so tight," he growls, setting a brutal rhythm. Every thrust drags another sound out of me, my body meeting his without hesitation. His hand tangles in my hair, forcing me to look at him while he pounds into me.
"Say it," he grits out. "Say you're mine."
I can barely breathe, barely think, but the words spill out between gasps and moans. "I'm yours… all yours."
The look in his eyes then—possession, hunger, and something deeper—nearly undoes me. He leans down, lips crashing against mine again, swallowing every sound I make as we lose ourselves in the fire consuming us both.
Every thrust sends sparks shooting through me, my nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. He hisses at the sting but doesn't slow down—if anything, he pounds into me harder, like he wants his name carved into my body through every bruise, every bite.
"Lior," he groans against my ear, his breath hot, rough, needy. "You're driving me fucking insane."
I choke on a moan when he shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. My legs tighten around his waist, locking him in place. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop."
He laughs darkly, thrusts slamming into me harder, deeper. "You think I could stop now? Look at you—writhing under me, begging for more. You were made for me."
His words undo me. My body's trembling, sweat slick on my skin, heat pooling low and heavy. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his other sliding down between us. When his fingers wrap around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, I nearly lose it.
"Fuck—Lior!" I cry out, my voice breaking, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the room.
He bites my neck, sucking hard, leaving another mark. "That's it. Scream for me. Let them all know you belong to me."
The knot inside me tightens, my whole body straining against him. His name falls from my lips like a prayer, over and over, until finally—everything snaps. I come hard, spilling across my stomach, vision blurring as pleasure rips through me.
Lior doesn't slow down. He keeps driving into me, chasing his own release, his face twisted with raw hunger. I can feel him unraveling, every thrust more desperate, more frantic, until he slams in deep, groaning my name as he spills inside me.
For a moment, all I hear is our ragged breathing, the thunder of our hearts beating in sync. His weight presses me into the mattress, heavy and grounding, and for once I don't mind being trapped.
He finally lifts his head, lips swollen from our kisses, eyes still burning but softer now. He smirks, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "Told you… you're mine."
I'm still panting, body wrecked, but I manage a smirk of my own. "Yeah, well… you're mine too."
He kisses me again, slower this time, almost tender. And even though my body is sore, marked, and claimed, I don't regret a damn thing.