I wet my lips. “Yes.”
His restraint shatters. He’s on me in a breath.
A strangled sound slips from my lips, more breath than voice, before I gasp, “Oh gods?—”
He stills.
For a single, aching heartbeat, I feel the shift in the air between us—the sudden stillness, the sharp edge of possession that darkens his gaze before his hand slides to my throat.
Not rough. Not cruel. Just enough. Enough to make my pulse hammer beneath his grip. Enough to make my breath catch as he leans in, his lips grazing my ear.
“There are no gods here, darling.” His voice is a growl, low and dark, filled with something I feel more than hear. His thumb brushes over my racing pulse, his grip tightening just enough to hold me exactly where he wants me. “If you say anyone’s name, it’s mine,” he commands.
A shiver runs through me—not fear, never fear, only need. It curls deep, hot and relentless, unfurling through me as his words settle like a brand against my skin.
He spins me, lowering me to my hands and knees again, as he drops to his own behind me, nudging my knees out wider for better access. He grips my hips so hard I’ll have bruises tomorrow—bruises I want him to leave.
I feel the full, thick warmth of him against my pussy, and then he thrusts deep, burying himself inside me in one possessive, primal stroke.
A sharp, shattered gasp rips from my throat.
Stars fucking save me.
He fills me so completely, so perfectly, it’s devastating. I breathe deeply, acclimating to the stretch his cock demands. He gives me a moment to adjust, but I don’t need it. I push back into him, grinding against his cock, desperate for the friction and the full length of him.
“Look at you,” he grits out, his voice raw. “You take me so well, darling.” He pulls out almost entirely, then thrusts back in, deeper this time, making me feel every inch. “So tight. So fucking perfect. You're made for me, Elyssara.”
Kael fucks me like he’s claiming me. Like this is the only way he’ll let himself have me.
His fingers dig into my waist, his thrusts deep, slow, dragging pleasure from me with every snap of his hips.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice breaking. “Say you’re mine.”
My moan is wordless, breathless, but that’s not enough for him.
He fists my hair, yanking my head back just enough to arch my spine even further.
“Say it, Elyssara.”
“I'm yours, Kael,” I pant.
He growls, thrusting harder, like my words unhinged something in him.
I can barely breathe, barely think, caught between the primal, ruthless possession in his movements and the way my body yields to him completely.
The sound of him—his groans, the filthy and intoxicating words coming from his mouth—is almost too much.
His grip tightens. “You feel that? You take me so fucking well, my perfect girl.”
His arms brackets my sides, one hand reaching around, fingers find my clit, circling, stroking—shocking pleasure through me, white-hot and all-consuming.
The pleasure builds—a slow, relentless tightening, a climb with no end, no escape. My muscles coil, my body bowing, stretching between overwhelming fullness and the ruthless precision of his touch.
“That’s it,” his voice is wrecked. “Come for me, Elyssara.”
AndI shatter.
Ecstasy ripples through me, ripping me apart, rebuilding me at the same time. My vision bursts white-hot behind my eyelids, pleasure crashing in waves so deep, soendless, I can’t tell where I begin or end.
