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Her breath hitched—not from pain, but something else. Heat flushed through her like a tide. Her thighs trembled, and her hips rocked unconsciously against his knee.\n\nGrish didn’t stop. His expression was unreadable, but his silence now spoke volumes: I see you. I won’t let you spiral. I’m still here.\n\nBy the tenth swat, Rozika whimpered—half-formed, breathless. Her fists unclenched. She bit the blanket, the fire’s glow painting her stinging cheeks.\n\n“Grish,” she whispered, hoarse now. “You really must love me…”\n\nHe paused.\n\nHer voice broke. “Cuz no one… no one but Papa…”\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe turned her head, eyes glinting with tears and something deeper. Need. Hunger.\n\nSMACK!\n\nShe bit her lip, trembling now, but no longer from rage. Her voice softened to something raw. “I dunno… how to let go,” she breathed throatily. “Dunno how to be… safe.”\n\nHe paused.\n\n“Please… Don’t stop,” her voice was barely a breath. “I deserve it…”\n\nThen, with one hand, he brushed a few strands of damp hair from her cheek. She turned her face into his palm, eyes closed. He leaned down. His lips brushed her shoulder, then the nape of her neck. Slow. Firm. Sensual.\n\nRozika shivered.\n\nWhen she turned to face him fully, she pulled him down with a hand tangled in his hair, her fingers threading into the damp curls at the nape of his neck. Her kiss was hungry—no longer angry, but raw and trembling with all the words she never said aloud. Grish responded with that deep, unwavering focus that made her feel like the only living thing in the world. 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Grish watched her. Always watching, always patient. It was how he loved her—quietly, completely, with a depth that scared her more than the Chaos Heart ever could.

“You’re doin’ it again,” she muttered without turning, her voice rough. “That… stillness thing. Like I’m supposed to calm down just because you’re made of stone.”

She heard his bare feet on the creaking floorboards. Still, she didn’t look back.

“Maybe I don’t want to calm down,” she snapped, voice sharp with bitterness. “Maybe I want to break something. Or scream. Or spit in the face of whatever gods keep screwing us all over.”

She turned on him then, towel slipping slightly. Her emerald eyes were fierce, but beneath the fury, Grish saw it—the grief, the guilt, the self-loathing that hollowed her out.

“I’ve done awful things,” she said. “I’m a killer. A coward. A liar.”

He didn’t react except for a slight twitch of his tail.

“But you love me anyway,” her lip curled. “Like an idiot. You must really hate yourself.”

Grish’s brow furrowed. He stepped forward—slow, deliberate. She backed away, but was halted as her bare thighs hit the bed. He caught her by the wrist, and she stilled. Her eyes met his, defiant and wounded.

“What?” she said, challenging him. “Gonna lecture me in silence? Or maybe—” her voice dropped, mocking, desperate “—maybe you’ll do what Papa did when I got like this. Spank the bad girl outta me.” Punctuated by her tongue stuck out defiantly.

She meant it as a taunt. A way to push him away again.

But Grish’s expression didn’t shift.

Instead, he moved.

With strength born of control, he pulled her to the bed and bent her over his lap, the towel slipping and pooling to the floor. Her breath caught—not from fear, not really—but from shock at the sudden authority in his movements.

“Grish—!”

SMACK!

His hand came down hard. The sound cracked like a sapling breaking in two.

SMACK!

She jerked, half in outrage, half in disbelief. Her legs twitched, her fingers curling against the blankets.

“What the hell—?!”

SMACK!!

Harder. His palm broad, calloused from years of training. Measured. Deliberate. Not cruel, but not soft—unrelenting.

“St… stop—” she gasped, writhing under him. “You’re not… this isn’t…”

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!!

Something shifted with the sixth sharp swat. Her protests grew quieter. The tension in her spine unwound slowly, like a knot beginning to loosen. Her breath hitched—not from pain, but something else. Heat flushed through her like a tide. Her thighs trembled, and her hips rocked unconsciously against his knee.

Grish didn’t stop. His expression was unreadable, but his silence now spoke volumes: I see you. I won’t let you spiral. I’m still here.

By the tenth swat, Rozika whimpered—half-formed, breathless. Her fists unclenched. She bit the blanket, the fire’s glow painting her stinging cheeks.

“Grish,” she whispered, hoarse now. “You really must love me…”

He paused.

Her voice broke. “Cuz no one… no one but Papa…”

SMACK!

She turned her head, eyes glinting with tears and something deeper. Need. Hunger.

SMACK!

She bit her lip, trembling now, but no longer from rage. Her voice softened to something raw. “I dunno… how to let go,” she breathed throatily. “Dunno how to be… safe.”

He paused.

“Please… Don’t stop,” her voice was barely a breath. “I deserve it…”

Then, with one hand, he brushed a few strands of damp hair from her cheek. She turned her face into his palm, eyes closed. He leaned down. His lips brushed her shoulder, then the nape of her neck. Slow. Firm. Sensual.

Rozika shivered.

When she turned to face him fully, she pulled him down with a hand tangled in his hair, her fingers threading into the damp curls at the nape of his neck. Her kiss was hungry—no longer angry, but raw and trembling with all the words she never said aloud. Grish responded with that deep, unwavering focus that made her feel like the only living thing in the world. His hands moved to her waist, rough palms trailing up her sides, fingers splayed like he meant to memorize every scar and secret etched into her skin.

Their bodies met like storm and stone, all hard lines and soft surrender. Her bare legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, drawing him closer, desirous for warmth, for weight, for him. Her breath hitched as he lifted her easily, setting her atop the bed where shadows danced and her towel left forgotten.

She looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed emotion—lust, yes, but something more fragile beneath it. Grish cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing the corner of her mouth, causing her to dart out her tongue and lick the tip. In his silence, though, she heard everything: You’re not too much. I want all of you.

Her laugh broke, low and breathless. “You really must love me, foolish man,” she whispered, tugging him down again.

He smirked against her lips, the first sign of mischief, and pushed her down into the furs with a firm but reverent touch. Her gasp turned to a moan as he kissed her again—deeper, slower this time—hands exploring, coaxing, claiming. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers through her body. She arched against him, her fingers digging into his back, urging him closer.

Grish’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, eliciting a gasp from Rozika. She bucked against him, her body aching with need. His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready. He stroked her, his touch firm and confident, drawing out her pleasure with precision.

“Grish,” she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper. “Please…”

He didn’t need further encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Rozika cried out, her body clamping around him, the sensation almost too much. Grish began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, designed to draw out her pleasure, to push her to the brink and beyond.

Rozika met his every movement, her hips rising to meet his, her body desperate for more. The tension built, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. Grish’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

The intensity was overwhelming, a storm of sensation that threatened to consume them both. Grish could feel the familiar tension coiling in his body, ready to snap. With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, Rozika’s own release following closely behind. She cried out his name, her body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure crashing over her.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Grish rolled off Rozika, pulling her close as they shared a tender kiss, their connection deepening with each passing moment. In the dark warmth of her hut, with the fire painting gold across their skin, Rozika finally stopped thinking. She let go of the pain, the rage, the endless guilt—and gave herself to the quiet, burning promise in Grish’s arms.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

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