I shifted my weight to feel Natalia's body press more firmly against mine. Her skin burned like a furnace, every nerve ending heightened by the pill's effects. When our lips met again, it wasn't gentle exploration – I claimed her mouth with bruising force, teeth clashing, my tongue pushing past her defenses to stake territory.

"Mmph!" Her muffled protest dissolved into a desperate moan against my lips.

I tangled one hand in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the elegant column of her throat. The control was intoxicating – feeling her struggle briefly before surrendering, her body going pliant beneath mine. I'd spent months watching this ice princess walk these halls like she owned them, nose in the air, looking down at everyone. Now she melted for me, and only me.

"Satori," she gasped when I finally released her mouth, her chest heaving.

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I dragged my mouth down the curve of her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. The taste of her skin – salt and sweet and something uniquely Natalia – flooded my senses. Her pulse hammered frantically beneath my lips.

"You need to be marked," I murmured against her throat, before sucking hard at the junction where her neck met her shoulder.

She arched beneath me, a broken cry escaping her lips. "Someone might see—"

"Good." I interrupted her with another bite, deliberately harder. "Let them see. Let them know who you belong to."

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in deep enough to leave crescents in my skin. The pain only heightened everything else. I continued my descent, leaving a trail of red marks down her chest, brands of ownership that would bloom into vivid bruises by morning.

When I reached the swell of her breasts, I paused to take in the view. Natalia Kuzmina – golden girl, star student, telekinetic prodigy – half-naked and panting beneath me, her chest flushed pink with arousal, nipples hard and begging for attention.

"Beautiful," I growled, lowering my head to trace my tongue around one tight peak. She whimpered, arching up, trying to force more contact. I pulled back just enough to deny her. "Patient queens get rewarded."

"Fuck patience," she hissed, her telekinesis flaring briefly, a purple shimmer in the air. The photograph on my nightstand crashed to the floor.

I laughed, low and dark. "Careful, Princess. Break my things, and I'll have to punish you."

Her eyes flashed with that familiar defiance, but it was undercut by the naked want in them. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me." I circled her nipple with my tongue again, watching her squirm. Then I closed my lips around it and sucked hard, using just enough teeth to border on pain.

"Ah!" Her back bowed off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets. "God..."

I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle teasing and intense suction, using my hands to knead and squeeze the soft flesh. Her responses were incredible – every touch magnified by the Aphrodite pill until she was practically sobbing with pleasure.

After reducing her to a writhing mess, I pulled back and sat up at the edge of the bed.

"Why'd you stop?" she demanded, pushing herself up on her elbows, hair wild around her flushed face.

"Because you lost our game, Princess." I leaned back, making no effort to hide the obvious bulge straining against my pants. "And a queen serves her king. I want to see how well you serve."

Her eyes narrowed, that aristocratic pride battling with naked hunger. "I don't serve anyone."

"Liar." I smirked. "You've been serving your father's expectations your whole life. The academy's rules. Society's image of the perfect Hunter. At least I'm offering you pleasure in return for your service."

Something shifted in her expression – recognition, maybe. Acknowledgment of a truth she'd never admitted to herself.

"Come here," I commanded, voice dropping an octave.

For a moment, she didn't move. Then, slowly, she crawled toward me across the bed. The movement was awkward at first, self-conscious, but as she watched my reaction – the hunger in my eyes as I tracked her approach – she found her confidence. By the time she reached me, there was a feline grace to her movements, a queen condescending to approach her subject.

Except we both knew who was really in charge.

She knelt between my legs, hands resting on my thighs. "Now what, Your Majesty?" The sarcasm in her tone couldn't hide the tremor of anticipation.

"You know what." I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. "Show me what that smart mouth of yours can do besides talk back."

Her fingers moved to my waistband, fumbling slightly with the button. The quiet click of it coming undone seemed unnaturally loud in the room's silence. She tugged down the zipper, the sound almost obscene.

When she finally freed me from the confines of my boxers, her eyes widened slightly. I couldn't help the surge of satisfaction at her reaction.

"See something you like?" I taunted.

"Shut up," she muttered, but there was no heat in it. Her focus was entirely on what was in front of her.

She wrapped her hand around me, her touch tentative at first, then more confident as she found her rhythm. I let her explore for a moment, enjoying the look of concentration on her face, the way she bit her lower lip. But it wasn't enough.

I tangled my hand in her hair again, guiding her head down. "Stop stalling."

The first touch of her mouth was like an electric shock through my system. Warm, wet heat enveloped me, and I had to fight to maintain my composure. The pill had heightened everything – every sensation was cranked to eleven, threatening to overwhelm my control.

"Fuck," I growled, tightening my grip in her hair.

She took me deeper, her initial hesitation giving way to enthusiasm. What she lacked in technique, she made up for in eagerness, learning what I liked from my reactions. When she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, I couldn't stop the groan that escaped me.

"That's it," I encouraged, guiding her movements with my hand. "Take more. Show me how badly you want this."

She moaned around me, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure up my spine. Her hands gripped my thighs for balance as she took me deeper.

"Look at me," I commanded.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the sight nearly undid me – Natalia Kuzmina, proud ice princess, on her knees with her lips stretched around my cock, looking up at me through her lashes. Her eyes were glazed with arousal, pupils blown wide.

"You belong to me," I said, voice rough with desire. "Say it."

She tried to respond without breaking rhythm, resulting in a muffled sound that sent vibrations through me.

"I can't hear you, Princess." I pulled her back slightly by her hair.

She gasped for breath. "I'm yours," she panted, voice hoarse.

"Again." I pushed her back down.

"I'm yours," she repeated, the words garbled around me.

The power was intoxicating – having this girl, who once looked through me like I was nothing, now desperately trying to please me. I let her continue for a few more minutes, pleasure building to a dangerous peak. Just before the point of no return, I pulled her off me.

She looked up, confused and breathless, lips reddened and glistening, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her mouth to me. Her perfect makeup was ruined, mascara smudged, lipstick smeared. She'd never looked more beautiful.

"Why did you—"

"I'm not finished with you yet," I cut her off. "And I want to be inside you when I come."

Her breath hitched, pupils dilating even further at my words.

"Get on the bed," I ordered, standing up. "On your knees."

She moved to comply, but not before casting a glance at me over her shoulder – challenging, inviting, surrendering all at once. "Make me feel it," she said, voice raw and needy. "Make me yours completely."

I shed my remaining clothes, watching as she positioned herself on the bed, back arched, presenting herself to me. The sight of her – the unbreakable Natalia Kuzmina offering herself so willingly – sent a surge of possessive heat through me.

"Oh, Princess," I growled, moving behind her and running my hands down her sides to grip her hips. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

I slid one hand between her legs, finding her slick and ready. She whimpered at my touch, pushing back against my hand. The pill had heightened her sensitivity to an almost painful degree – even this light contact had her trembling.

"Please," she whispered, the word barely audible.

"Please what?" I leaned over her back, my chest pressed against her, mouth at her ear. "Be specific."

She turned her head, eyes meeting mine. Something had changed in her gaze – the last walls crumbling away, leaving nothing but raw honesty.

"Please fuck my dirty little pussy."

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