Page 131 of A Fate in Flames

He traced a final phantom touch over my lips before turning and walking away.

We sat back down, but my body ached.My skin burning with the need to follow.

Excusing myself, I slipped away, my entire being alight with unfulfilled desire.

I needed him like air.I wanted him like salvation.

I would have him like damnation.

The moment I crossed the threshold into the dimly lit hallway, Dalkhan drove me back against the cold stone.His body caged mine, palms flat against the rock on either side of my head.

One look.That’s all it took.One glance at my swollen lips, heaving chest, and the raw need carved across my face, and something inside him snapped.

His mouth crushed over mine.The kiss was savage.His lips moving with raw intensity.His tongue sweeping into my mouth like he was drowning, and I was his only source of air.

I arched into him, needing more, and he met me with matching urgency, groaning.His teeth grazed my lip as he pulled back just enough to speak.

“You’re fucking consuming me,” he rasped against me.“Every waking moment.Every dream.You’veruinedme completely.”

Shadows swelled, wrapping around us like smoke.The world lurched—space folding, pulling us elsewhere through his power.

We landed in a chamber draped in darkness, but it didn’t matter.The second his lips found mine again, I was lost.

I moaned as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs winding tight around his waist.I rolled my hips against him, greedy for friction.For the sharp pressure of his arousal grinding against the heat between my thighs.

His cock strained against the fabric, rock-hard.I caught his lower lip between my teeth, tugging.

“Fuck,” he growled, carrying me to the bed without breaking our kiss.“You feel so good.”

He threw me down and pinned me beneath his powerful frame.Trailed his finger from my throat downward, grazing the swell of my breasts—never enough to satisfy, always enough to torture.

His smirk was pure sin.

“Beg.”

My body trembled, pride cracking as his hand slid lower, splaying across my stomach.He toyed with the hem of my clothing before tearing it upward with one sharp tug.Cool air hit my exposed skin as he spread my legs with deliberate slowness.

“Beg for me to touch you,” he murmured against my ear, teeth nipping at the lobe.“Beg for my mouth on you.Beg for me to make you scream.”

He pressed one thick finger between my legs, dragging it through my wetness.I bucked toward him, but he pulled away.Again.Andagain.My hips jerked upward in frustration, chasing his hand.

“So wet for me,” he groaned, his own restraint fraying.“You want it that bad?”

I grabbed his face, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.His lips curved into a cruel smile before he tore away.

“Trying to distract me, little flame?”he asked, amused.

I mentally cursed him, biting back a frustrated growl.

Amusement danced in the dark depths of Dalkhan’s molten eyes.He could see me breaking—see the need unravelling my resistance, and still, I held back.

Why?Why am I still holding on?

“I said…” his voice dropped an octave, “beg.Beg like your life depends on it.Beg like I’m the only one who can save you from this torture.”

“Please,” I choked out, clawing at his arms.“Please…”

“Please what?” He leaned down, his breath scorching my cheek.His tongue traced a slow path beneath my jaw.“Use your words.Tell me exactly what you need.I want to hear every filthy detail.”