Author's Note: ⚠️ this is your very last chance to turn back from this chapter if you don't like 🍋!! (translation: explicit sexual content ahead) ⚠️

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Make me his.

Y/N knows what that means. Since he took her, Lysanthir has slowly but surely been pushing her boundaries. Light kisses have turned deeper, soft touches have become heavy with need.

Each time, he takes a step further. The night she escaped, the only thing that had stopped him was getting called away to the ship.

And tonight, he won't let anything get in his way. He will have her as his.

Her heart beats faster in her chest, thrumming with nervousness at the thought.

Will he be gentle?

She isn't counting on it. Y/N has seen firsthand how he can get lost in his desires.

Lysanthir tilts his head to the side, observing her quietly. He looks so expectant, so curious. She can't help but give him a small smile.

Taking her smile as a sign of permission, he moves closer.

His hands go to her waist as he leans in to kiss her. He seems hesitant, his lips meeting hers delicately. She feels the coolness of his skin, the fluttering in her chest only growing.

There is raw emotion in the way his fingers trace along her sides. She can tell he is doing everything he can to hold himself back, trying to be careful so as not to scare her away.

She doubts he will be able to hold out for long.

Unable to stop herself, she parts her lips, feeling his yearning start to intensify. The kiss isn't innocent and tentative anymore. His burning hunger takes over her senses, sending shivers of both fear and pleasure coursing through her body.

The taste of him is addictive.

Y/N's hands run up his chest as he presses against her, sealing any space between them. He groans softly, low in his throat. There's nothing human about it. The sound is primal, reminiscent of an animal.

His hands now go to her dress, fumbling with the ties along the bodice. They refuse to come undone.

Letting out a growl of frustration, Lysanthir takes the fabric in both hands and rips it off her. Y/N now stands entirely bare as her garments fall to the floor.

He pushes her against the wall, lifting her up. The stone against her back is unforgiving, cold and hard. She braces her legs around his hips.

Lysanthir finally breaks the kiss. He gazes at her, eyes pooling with dark lust. He has waited years, centuries even, for this moment. For her. His mate, his one and only.

He lowers his mouth to her neck. Y/N's hands run through his hair as his lips caress her skin. His tongue circles playfully until she squirms, the area becoming unbearably sensitive from his attentions. Heat rises to her cheeks, a sprawling blush betraying her nervous anticipation.

Lysanthir reaches the curve of her breasts, his fingers trailing along the soft skin. He teases each of her nipples with his tongue until they are taut and glistening. Y/N unwillingly lets out a soft moan, quivering in his arms.

His mouth returns to hers, tempting her further, melting any lingering resistance.

She lets herself get lost in this forbidden desire.

Lysanthir grabs her hips, slamming her further into the wall. She can feel his hardness against her, lighting a blazing fire in her core.

Want.

She wants him. Wants to feel all of him as their bodies meld into one.

But he won't give her what she wants so easily. He will tease her first. Teach her a lesson for resisting him for all this time.

Lysanthir lightly bites her lip, holding her still as he slowly traces a finger down her stomach. His hand glides across her navel, exploring every inch of silken skin, traveling lower. Down to her sensitive inner thighs, caressing, coaxing her forwards.

His thumb brushes against the small bundle of nerves between her legs. Then he withdraws, skimming back to her thighs before brushing against it again. He repeats his teasing, a finger now sliding against her entrance.

"Lysanthir," she whimpers, tormented by his touch, "please..."

A finger sinks inside of her, cutting off her plea as it curls, deftly stroking. Lysanthir delights in the feeling of her soft wetness, her tightness around his finger.

Then a second joins the first, making Y/N squirm at the taut sensation. His fingers move rhythmically inside her, his thumb circling and pressing.

She is an instrument for him to play, his hands and mouth making her dissolve in ecstasy, her sighs of pleasure music to his ears.

But when Lysanthir feels her begin to unravel, he stops, removing his fingers. Y/N lets out a whine of protest, her body aching for him.

She can feel Lysanthir smile as he kisses her, pleased at her helpless desire.

Then, he unsheathes his length from a hidden pleat in his tail. He positions her lower, moving himself teasingly against her folds. He presses against her tight entrance.

Slowly, Lysanthir begins to guide himself inside of her. Her body stretches to accommodate his size, the thickness forcing her open. She gasps, throwing her head back and pulling at his hair.

"Look at me," he orders, tone husky and heavy with want.

She obeys, her wide eyes meeting his scorching black ones. His hand goes to her throat, firmly holding her in place.

The sight of her arched back, the sensation of her quivering form writhing beneath him, they break the tight leash he has on himself.

He grabs her waist and thrusts, sinking fully into her. He moans and she cries out, the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure flooding her senses.

As he drives into her, Y/N's hips rise to meet his. Her movements send him deeper, eliciting a deep groan from the murdukann as his mouth claims hers once more.

Her arms wrap around him, hands digging into his muscled back. He slams into her, again and again, his pace unrelenting. Brutal yet electrifying.

This thrill goes beyond exhilaration. It is stronger than she could have possibly imagined. So addictive that it perhaps even scares her a little, because she realises that she is so far gone now that she may never find her way back. And part of her never wants to.

Y/N comes undone in Lysanthir's arms, gasping out his name as white-hot intensity crashes over her like a tidal wave. Delicious, overwhelming trembles rack her entire body.

Lysanthir lets out a roar as he feels her constrict around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. He comes deep within her, warmth spreading through her at his release.

The murdukann shudders, a sigh escaping his lips as his throbbing subsides. His pace slows to a stop, and he remains there, savouring the moment.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he closes his eyes, relishing how lustrous her body feels beneath his.

Finally, he pulls out of her, his length disappearing back into the secret fold. She collapses in his arms.

Their chests heave in unison, exhaustion replacing the unbridled passion that had spurred them onwards.

Lysanthir sweeps Y/N into his arms, one hand cradling her back while the other loops under her knees. He places a soft kiss to her lips as he brings her to the bedroom.

Lowering her gently onto the bed, he joins her with a flick of his fins. His tail wraps around her, a protective embrace.

"You're mine, now and forever," he whispers languidly, "whether you will it or not."

They lie in bed together, her head on his chest, their hands intertwined. Silence except for the sound of her heart loud enough for him to feel.