She shoved me back.
“Don’t use seduction as a distraction.”
My grin sharpened.
“Can’t help it. You make it too easy.”
She turned on her heel, marching toward the exit of the ruined room. But she didn’t get far. Because the bondsnapped.
A pulse, deep and primal, tore through me. Throughus. The mark seared, and she stopped mid-stride, clutching her chest.
She gasped.
I was at her side in an instant, catching her before she stumbled.
“It’s the bond,” I breathed, lips brushing her ear. “You feel it too.”
“Don’t—” she whispered, trembling. “Not like this.”
But I couldn’t stop.
Not when her skin burned beneath mine.
Not when her breath hitched as I pressed her back against the ancient pillar, my hands braced on either side of her head.
“You’re mine,” I said hoarsely, shadows rising, licking at our heels. “And pretending otherwise doesn’t change it.”
Her hands fisted in my shirt. Our lips hovered. Barely touching. The bond surged again, snapping hot and desperate, dragging our mouths together.
This wasn’t a kiss.
This was war.
Tongues clashed. Teeth. Hands roamed. Her fingers twisted in my hair and I groaned, hips pinning hers to stone as I ground into her like I’d never touch anything else again.
“Tell me to stop,” I gasped against her mouth.
She didn’t.
Because she couldn’t. Because we were already burning.
She was a vision—bound, breathless, and burning beneath me. Her wrists were tied in silk I conjured myself, knotted with the kind of care that only a male who’s lost her once could manage. Shadows kissed along her body like they worshiped her more than I did—which wasn’t possible.
Seori writhed on the sheets, hips trembling, the toy inside her humming at the lowest setting. She was soaked. Shaking. Glorious.
“Rheon,” she gasped, her voice cracking with need, “please—please let me—”
Gods.
That voice.
That plea.
It nearly shattered the restraint I’d been clinging to since I touched her.
But I didn’t ease up.
Instead, I leaned down, brushing my mouth along the curve of her spine.
