Page 162 of A Fate in Flames

“Fuck,” he growled, his bruising grip guiding me.

I moved, wild and desperate—our bodies slamming together in a frenzied, merciless rhythm.His power pulsed through me.Unravelling me.Consuming me.Each time I rose, he pulled me back down harder.Deeper.

“Look at you,” he praised, his eyes raked over my bouncing breasts.“Fucking flawless.Made for me.”

Pleasure built like an inferno at the base of my spine.Rising.Surging.Tighter and tighter.His thumb pressed precisely where we were joined, circling in time with our movements.

“Come for me,” he commanded.“Come around my cock, Elira.Now.”

As if my body existed only to obey him, I broke apart.

I unleashed a scream, spasming around him as waves of pleasure flooded my every nerve.I threw my head back, hair cascading down my back as ecstasy possessed me.

Dalkhan followed with a final thrust, his hips lifting us both off the bed as a vicious sound ripped from his chest.He spilled inside me, his arms locking around me and his body shaking.

For a long moment, we lay tangled and breathless.His flames dimmed, spent.

Dalkhan didn’t push me away.Didn’t order me to leave.

Instead, his arms tightened, and for the first time, he kissed me gently.

Not out of hunger or desperation, but something else.Something much more dangerous.

I shifted, but before I could move away, his hand closed around my wrist.

“Don’t.”

It wasn’t a request, but I’d already had no intention of leaving.

We spent what felt like forever tangled in each other’s arms.Dalkhan never grew restless.Never tired of me.Never ceased in his relentless pursuit.

He wrung me dry—dragged me back from the brink only to ruin me again.

My body was slack with exhaustion, skin painted with the evidence of his claiming.Teeth marks along my throat.Fingerprints blooming purple across my hips.The tender ache between my thighs that pulsed in time with my heart.

And still, his thirst remained unquenched.

The room bore witness to our night.Sheets torn and twisted around bed posts—the wooden headboard splintered where his hand had grasped too hard.Scorch marks blackened the walls.

Golden streams of morning light filtered through the open balcony, replacing the silver caress of moonlight.I stretched my limbs, wincing at the pleasant soreness.

Dalkhan shifted beside me, propping himself up on one elbow.His dark eyes raked over my body, lingering on each mark he’d left behind.He reached out, tracing a finger along a purple bruise forming on my collarbone.

“You’re mine,” he declared, pressing his thumb into the tender flesh.

A spike of pain-pleasure shot through me.

He moved his hand to my jaw, fingers spanning from ear to chin.“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

A satisfied pulse of heat swept across the room, rattling the remaining intact furniture.His grip tightened, pulling me closer until our breath mingled.

His voice dropped to a low register.“Again.”

My stomach clenched with need.“I’m yours, Dalkhan.”

I grabbed his wrist, not to escape, but to anchor myself to him.