The silence left in Cassie's absence was unlike anything they'd felt since entering the Dream Realm—no gentle hum of her voice, no blind inquiries or offhand remarks. Just wind scraping stone, the flickering memory of a portal closing, and the sound of Sunny's heavy breath as he stared at the woman in front of him.
Nephis stood with her arms folded, skin still faintly flushed, hair tangled with dried sweat and ash, her legs parted ever so slightly like her body didn't know how to stop craving him. Her belly still held the faint swell from how much of him she'd taken—how much he had filled her with, again and again. And yet her eyes held something else: focus, hunger of a different kind, the kind that wouldn't fade with sex alone.
Sunny stepped toward her.
"I want to keep you," he said. No preamble. No practiced tone.
Nephis blinked, a flicker of amusement in her gaze. "Keep me?"
"I want you to marry me," he said flatly. "Here. Now. Or when we're out. Doesn't matter."
A pause.
Nephis tilted her head. "You want to possess me, Sunny?"
"I want to be the only one you ever ride until you break."
She laughed softly. "Then you've never understood me."
"I understand you," he growled. "Better than anyone ever has. You're a storm. You're power and destruction and ambition—and you're also the woman I've come inside twenty-five times."
That made her smile.
"You'll never be satisfied with one man," he continued, jaw clenched. "But I'm the one kneeling right now, offering what I've got. You want power. I want you."
Nephis stared at him for a long time.
Then, slowly, she nodded. "Yes."
A single word. But her voice was feral with want. Her eyes shimmered like flame.
Sunny didn't wait.
He grabbed her by the hips and shoved her back against the stone altar at the center of the old Barrow. A sacred place, forgotten by time—now just a stage for them.
He pulled her pants down in one rough motion. Her legs spread for him, automatic, a lover's surrender and a queen's command all at once. He was already hard, already leaking, his cock springing free and slapping wetly against her thigh.
She grabbed it. Stroked it once. Guided him in.
There were no people here. No Dreamers. No monsters near enough to care.
Just them.
He shoved inside.
Nephis cried out as her already overfilled cunt took him once more. His cock forced its way into the mess he'd made earlier, her pussy still swollen, still gaping, and yet clenching like it didn't want to let go. He fucked her hard. Brutal. Like a man claiming his prize.
Her ass smacked against the stone altar with every thrust. The sounds echoed off the broken walls—wet, slapping, animalistic. Her moans came loud and broken, her fingers scraping down his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pistoned into her without mercy.
"I'll be your husband," he snarled into her ear. "But I'll ruin you every night."
She moaned, loud and unashamed. "Then do it."
And he did.
Again.
And again.
And again.