Page 118 of A Fate in Flames

I clawed at the sheets, waves of heat and want consuming me.

He dove back in, his thumb swirling mercilessly over my swollen clit.His gaze locked on mine.Every flutter of my lashes, every parting of my lips in a soft whimper was fuel to his fire.

He released his aching cock and fisted my hair, yanking my head back until my throat was exposed beneath his hungry teeth.

“I should fucking ruin you,” he rasped.“Make you feel exactly what you do to me.”

His fingers pressed harder, faster—the tension in my body winding deliciously tight.

Please.Heavens, yes.

I hadn’t even known I did that to him, but after everything he said—I wanted it.I wanted to feel—to be claimed, marked, and ruined in the best possible way.

He kissed his way down my body, devouring every inch.

I was mesmerised, helpless to stop him.Helpless to look away.The way his full lips parted as he dragged them over my skin—the flick of his tongue as he tasted me, groaning softly.The unbearable weight of his gaze as he reached the apex of my thighs, staring up with dark promise.

I gripped the sheets tighter as he dipped his head, and with a slow, long stroke of his tongue my body ignited.

A breathless cry spilled from my lips.I bucked into him, pleading for more, but he held me down, keeping me spread open beneath him.

My eyes fluttered shut.I was drowning in the overwhelming sensation of his worship.

“Watch me,” he growled against my skin.“I want you to see exactly who’s making you feel this way.”

I forced my eyes back open, meeting his fierce, dark gaze.

His mouth curved into a wicked smirk.“Good girl.”

His tongue was fire and his mouth relentless.He licked me open with obscene skill, circling and stroking until I was broken.Unable to stop the sounds from pouring out of me.

His fingers bruised my thighs, holding me in place as his mouth wrecked me.He groaned, the sound travelling through my skin and straight into my core.

My whole body bowed off the bed when he curled his tongue just right, again and again.

Never—neverhad anyone been able to make me feel like this.As if I were being consumed from the inside out.Remade in fire and pleasure with each flick.

“Look at you,” he murmured, mouth still pressed against me.“Making a mess all over my face.”

He stroked me deep before pulling away.Savouring every shudder, every moan I gave him.

“That’s it,” he groaned.“Show me how much you want me.How much youneedme.Squeeze my tongue with your sweet cunt.”

My head thrashed against the pillows, my body strung tight as a bow.I was climbing higher, racing toward a shattering peak.

“Yes…yes, so close…” I panted, digging my fingers into his dark hair.I held him tight, grinding my hips shamelessly against his face.“Please, don’t stop.”

“Let go,” he demanded, voice a deep growl against my swollen flesh.“Show me how good I make you feel.Come for me.”

And I did.Hard.

His name ripped from my throat in a broken, breathless scream as my world exploded white.I broke on his tongue, my body convulsing with brutal, blinding pleasure.I clamped my thighs around his head, my heels digging into his back.

Dalkhan groaned, but he kept licking.Kept sucking.Dragging out every aftershock until I was whimpering from the sheer, overwhelming intensity.Making sure I knew exactly who had given it to me.

Then he rose and crushed his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue in.Tasting me—making metaste myself.

I moaned, clutching at his shoulders, arms, anywhere I could grip.