Chapter 12 #3
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’ve ruined me 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. And again. 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.”
“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 need you.”
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 owns you.”
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.
“You love it,” 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.
Dalkhan never relented, riding out my orgasm—driving me higher. Extracting every last tremor until I lay beneath him a quivering, sobbing wreck.
When I finally blinked back into my body, he hovered above me, his lips glistening. He released the bonds, letting me collapse into myself.
But it wasn’t over.
He stepped back, slowly lowering himself onto a chair across the room. It bore a striking resemblance to his throne.
His posture was commanding, legs spread wide and hands resting on the ornate armrests.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I rose on shaky legs, the anticipation winding tighter with every step I took toward him. He bit his bottom lip as I sank to my knees between his spread thighs.
“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “On your knees for me. So perfect. So eager to please.”
I ran my hands over the hard muscle of his thighs, savouring the way he twitched under my touch. His restraint was hanging by a thread—fraying more with each passing second.
I wanted to snap it. To push him beyond control.
To see him as undone as he had made me.
When I settled my hand over the hard length of him, he hissed sharply. His fingers found my chin, gripping it with just enough force to ensure I couldn’t look away.
“Undo them.”
I worked open the laces of his trousers, fumbling in my eagerness. The moment I freed him, his thick cock sprung forward, slapping against his abdomen. Hot and heavy, and already slick with need.
“Touch me,” he commanded. Flames flared to life across his skin. He tipped his head back, exposing the strong cut of his jaw. “Make me lose control.”
I wrapped my fingers around the silk-covered steel of his arousal. His head tipped back further, swallowing hard as I stroked him.
I moved closer, brushing a kiss along his length before swirling my tongue over the sensitive tip. His entire body jerked—muscles tensing. A curse spilled from his lips.
“Elira,” he growled, both a warning and a plea all at once.
I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Not when I had him like this, coming undone beneath my mouth. My tongue. I closed my lips around him, taking him deeper until he stretched my throat.
“Fuck.” He tangled a hand in my hair, guiding me. Forcing me to take more, to move faster. “Just like that. Take all of me.”
A ragged moan broke from him as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him harder. Determined to make him lose control.
And he was. His control was slipping fast, his thighs shaking and hips bucking. His grip tightened. Flames danced across his body, growing brighter with each passing second.
Power slid over my skin. My wrists were yanked behind my back and pinned in place. I was restrained, mouth full, and still he gave me more.
A phantom touch pressed against the aching wetness of my core. My gasp vibrated around him, and he let out a dark, approving groan. He thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into my throat.
“You feel me, don’t you?” he asked. “You’re so wet for me. So desperate. I can feel it, smell it, taste it in the air.”
The invisible touch stroked my clit, mimicking fingers. Never quite enough to satisfy but enough to keep me needy and focused on pleasing him.
I sucked faster. The pain of his grip on my scalp added a sharp edge to the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Elira…” his voice broke on my name. “Fuck. Your mouth… so perfect… so fucking good.”
When he tried to pull away, I resisted, pushing forward instead. Taking him as deep as I could. My eyes watered as my throat worked around him—swallowing, constricting, driving him to the very edge.
“Don’t swallow,” he ground out, hips bucking “I want to see it.”
His head slammed back, a violent curse leaving his lips. His body tensed, cock pulsing as he finally gave in.
A roar tore from his chest as he came, his hot and thick release spilling into my mouth.
I stayed still, letting him fill me completely.