Not the most natural plea, but I can work with that

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"Better?"

Raven nodded weakly, his chest heaving, but there was a glint in his eyes—an unspoken challenge, a silent plea for more.

Alaric smirked, his own breath catching in his throat as he realized how deeply Raven had sunk into this game of power and submission.

Alaric's hands moved with renewed purpose, tracing the lines of Raven's body, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Raven's submission was complete, but the fire in his eyes told Alaric that he was not entirely conquered.

There was still a spark of resistance, a part of him that reveled in the intensity of their connection, and Alaric was determined to fan those flames until Raven was consumed by them.