I let her get to the hallway before I snatch her up, relishing in the bite of her nails in my arm. “Trying to relive a favorite memory, naughty girl?” She growls in response, kicking her legs at air. I nearly bust into the sunroom, the beauty of it lost on me when I hold the most precious gift in my arms. I drop to my knees and twist her around, laughing as she struggles. “Feel familiar?” “Zade!” she cries with indignation, but I don’t give her a moment to get her bearings. She’s on her back in a matter of seconds, staring up at me with wide eyes. “Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.” And then I’m driving into her tight heat, not giving either of us a moment to prepare for it. She cries out, her back arching and her claws sharpened as she scores them down my arms. “Jesus fuckin—” her words are cut off from another sharp thrust, a moan replacing her sinful words. I shudder, my control completely in tatters as I drive into her, fucking her so hard that I’m forced to keep dragging her back down towards me. Sharp screams fill the air and there’s a moment where the pitch is so high, I fear I broke something inside of her. But then her pussy clamps tight, making it almost impossible to move before she comes around my cock, her body nearly convulsing from the power. My name falls from her lips, but I can’t stop. The sound of our skin slapping and her garbled words bounce off the windows surrounding us as I continue to slam into her. Her tiny throat is in my hand, squeezing until she can no longer utter a word. A hand wraps around my arm, branding bloody crescent moons into my skin as she fights for oxygen. I'll gladly sacrifice my name on her tongue if it means climbing up to heaven with her. I bare my teeth, intense pleasure racing down my spine and building at the base. Fuck, I feel the explosion right at the precipice. Parsons Manor will always be destined to be the house that burns and takes lives. “Give me another, baby,” I urge, my other hand reaching down until my thumb circles her clit. Her face pinkens, nearing red when she falls back over. I release her throat, the dizzying rush from lack of oxygen coupled with her orgasm has her back coming entirely off the floor. Like a woman possessed, she clings to me, as more scratches are torn into my skin.