Magnus' POV
My eyes were fixed on Zevara's unconscious and fragile frame in my arm. The way her chest rose and fell in deep sleep made a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
Pathetic.
She was tired after just a round when I was planning on going three rounds. I was planning on f*****g her until her tight p***y stretches open, so the next time I will f**k her, my c**k would no longer ache from the extreme tightness.
I told her she can't take me, she insisted she could.
I told her she would break and she did.
I told her she would cry and she did cry. Guttural—that would have echoed through the entire mansion if the room wasn't sound-proofed.
But damn at the end of the day, it doesn't matter—because she's mine now. Claimed. Mated. Mine!!!
And f**k! Her p***y was clean shaved,
