Kael withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving me gasping and aching for more. “Stay still,” he commands, his tone firm but not unkind, as though daring me to obey. He holds my gaze, dark and full of promise, before scooping me up into his arms. His strength feels effortless, his grip on me secure as though he owns every part of me. He carries me to the bed and lays me down, his hand lingering on my throat for just a moment, his thumb brushing over the rapid pulse beneath my skin. The touch is light, teasing, a reminder of his dominance.
“You’re mine, Talia,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. “Every inch of you.”
His lips trail down my neck, kissing and biting softly, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to send sparks shooting down my spine. I arch into him, a soft whimper escaping me as his kisses move lower, down to my collarbone, then the swell of my breasts. He takes his time, worshiping me with his mouth, teasing my sensitive nipples with his tongue and teeth until my body trembles beneath him.
When he shifts lower, his hands slide down to spread my thighs, holding me open for him. My breath hitches, my body taut with anticipation as he settles between my legs. The first stroke of his tongue against me is slow and deliberate, and I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He doesn’t stop, his hands gripping my thighs firmly, keeping me in place as his tongue moves with unrelenting precision.
“You taste so good,” he growls, his voice muffled but filled with raw hunger. The vibrations send jolts of pleasure through me, and I moan, helpless under his control. He alternates between slow, teasing strokes and faster, more intense movements, his hands squeezing my thighs every time I try to squirm. It’s too much and not enough, and I feel like I’m unraveling with every flick of his tongue.
“Kael,” I gasp, my body arching against him as the tension inside me coils tighter and tighter. His hand moves to my stomach, holding me down, grounding me as he drives me higher. When the release finally comes, it crashes over me in waves, my cries filling the room as I shatter completely.
Before I can fully recover, Kael is over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw. “Look at me,” he commands, his voice dark and commanding. My gaze locks with his, and the intensity there steals what little breath I have left.
Slowly, he enters me, his dick big and hard, his hand gripping my thigh as he fills me completely. I gasp, my pussy stretching to accommodate him, and he pauses, his grip tightening on my thigh as if to hold himself back. “You’re mine,” he growls, his hips beginning to move. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each one drawing a soft moan from me, but the pace soon quickens, his control slipping.