Page 132 of A Fate in Flames

“Please touch me,” I begged.“I need your hands on me.Your mouth.Please, Dalkhan.”

“Better,” he murmured, trailing a single finger down the centre of my chest.I shivered.“But not good enough.”

I wanted to kill him.I wanted to rip my own skin apart to rid myself of this torment.Instead, I sobbed.“Please fuck me.With your fingers.With your tongue.Make me come.I needyou.”

A new intensity crossed his face.Then there was no more teasing.

Two thick fingers plunged deep inside me while his thumb circled my clit in ruthless strokes.

I arched off the bed, choking on a moan.“F-Fuuck…”

“Louder,” he growled, his fingers curling to find that spot that sent lightning through me.

“Dalkhan!”I screamed.

“That’s it.Let me hear you,” he commanded.“Let everyone in my kingdom know who’s making you feel this way.”

He fisted my hair, yanking my head back until I met his burning gaze.

“Who do you belong to?”Each word punctuated by a thrust—a circle of his thumb.“Tell me who owns this body.Who ownsyou.”

I was already breaking.Already falling.Already his.

“I belong to you,” I confessed, voice destroyed.“Only you, Dalkhan.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat as he devoured my lips.Then he moved lower, marking my skin with bruises.When he positioned himself between my thighs, I was trembling with anticipation.

“Do you want me to taste you, Elira?”he asked.“Want me to fuck you with my tongue until you’re screaming my name?”

Yes.Yes.Yes.

My name falling from his lips was my undoing.“Yes, Dalkhan.Please… I need your mouth on me.Your tongue inside me.”

He tore the last remnants of clothing from my body, the sound of ripping cloth sharp in the quiet room.The tattered remains drifted to the floor as he drank in every inch of me.

He gripped my thighs, parting them with ease to fully expose me, but when his hands moved away, my legs stayed spread—held open by invisible chains of molten force.

“You like that?”he asked as my muscles twitched, testing his hold.

“Yes.”As his power teased my soaked flesh, caressing over my clit, I was beyond shame.

“Youloveit,” he corrected.His breath was a whisper against my core—his tongue flicking out for the first devastating stroke.

I jerked in his hold, my hands flying to his hair and tangling in the dark strands.Unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

His groan of approval rumbled against my flesh.He pinned my wrists to the bed with his power, keeping me exactly how he wanted me—open, shaking, and desperate.I strained against the bonds, not to escape, but to feel them tighten.To remind myself of his complete control.

“Fuck…fuck.Don’t stop!”I gasped as his tongue thrust deeper.His power stretched me from within while his lips sealed around my clit.

“That’s it,” he growled, eyes locking with mine.“Scream for me.”

His power filled me completely, every surge dragging me closer to the edge I couldn’t escape.

“Tell me who you belong to as you come for me,” he demanded.

“I’m yours, Dalkhan.Only yours.Always yours.Please, let me come.Please—”

Pleasure crashed through me—wave after merciless wave obliterating all thought—leaving nothing but pure sensation and his name torn repeatedly from my lips.I screamed until my throat was raw, the sound undoubtedly echoing throughout the entire palace.