I nuzzle her neck and breathe her in. She smells like ash and honeysuckle and something sublime I’ll never deserve.
She burns beneath me like a dying star. My queen, set ablaze. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
Terror would be the natural response.
But fuck fear.
I’d burn for her with a smile on my face.
I’ve had mouths chant my name, hands claw at my skin, and prayers whispered for just one night. But no one’s ever stayed. No one’s ever wanted me like this. And fuck, I’d kneel in blood and offer her the heart of anyone who ever hurt her, because this is the moment I belong to her completely.
I lean in, my lips brushing her collarbone.
“You set me free,” I whisper against her throat. “You let me be the monster. Let me beeverything. Then beg me for more.Elska mín… mine.”
I thrust deeper, slower, savoring the way she trembles beneath me.
“I want to stay here all night,” I murmur. “Make you come until your soul forgets its shape. Until all that’s left is the echo of me inside you.”
“Yes! Ezra …”
She breathes my name, and the stars hold their breath as galaxies unfurl beneath my skin, rewriting every piece of who I used to be.
“Fuck. More … please!”
Her voice is soft, almost dreamlike, as if the need is too deep for words, but spills out anyway. When her hips lift to meet my thrusts, a vicious growl rips through me as I fight to stay in control.
“I’ll mark you from the inside out,” I whisper against her ear. “Come so deep you won’t just feel it, you’ll wear it. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
Her body tenses, slick with need and trembling under my touch, as her whimpers climb toward something blistering and bare.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” I growl. “Such a good girl. You’re right there, aren’t you? I can feel it. Your power’s tearing through you, begging to burn. Let it take you, sweet girl …”
The pressure swells in my spine, molten and merciless, threatening to break me open and pour into her until nothing else exists.
“Aurora,” I breathe. “Come for the fucked-up monster who would kneel for you with blood on his teeth and wildflowers in his hair.”
My shadows shudder violently. They’ve been waiting for this—starving for it.
When her body shatters around me, they lose control. They lash out—tightening at her wrists, crawling slow and sure down her spine. They slip between her thighs, wrapping possessively around her trembling legs. One coils against her throat, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
They know.
They feel her fire, her power, her release. And I can tell they already crave more.
Her whole body goes rigid, her breath stolen as her orgasm crashes through her.
I stop breathing, too, but for a different reason.
I stay buried inside her, moving in slow, devoted thrusts, because I don’t know if her magic will hold without it. And fuck, I won’t risk that.
I keep moving, each slow stroke a benediction to her power, even as I force myself to hold the rhythm. I watch in awe as her body begins to blaze with something ancient, untouchable, and entirely hers.
The moment ignites, and her hellfire answers.
She burns beneath my hands, a yellow-orange light blooming over her body, making her hair dance and her skin glow.
Her flames reach for me, licking across my skin before draping me in hellfire and wrapping me in her power.
