Point of No Return

Kaelith had thought he was the one in control.

That he was the hunter and Seraphine was simply his prey.

But as she lay beneath him, her body pliant yet challenging, her breath uneven yet sure—he realized how wrong he had been.

She wasn't merely yielding. She was pulling him under with her.

His hands traced down her sides, his grip possessive as he memorized every soft curve, every shuddering breath. He was claiming her, but gods—wasn't she claiming him just the same?

Her fingers slid through his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp as her lips parted in a quiet, breathless whisper of his name.

Kaelith swore under his breath.

"You are undoing me, Seraphine," he admitted, his voice low and rough as he pressed his forehead against hers. "And you don't even realize it."

She met his gaze, her own laced with something unreadable, something dangerous. "Then perhaps we are even."

He exhaled sharply, his control slipping further as he crushed his lips against hers again, drinking in the fire, the defiance, the sheer need that burned between them.

She arched into him, her body pressing flush against his as his hands roamed lower, sliding over every inch of her now-bare skin.

Kaelith wanted to consume her. To leave no doubt in her mind that she belonged to him.

But as Seraphine pulled him closer, her breath hitching, her own hands exploring, taking just as much as he did—he knew the truth.

He belonged to her just as much.

And that realization was far more dangerous than anything he had ever faced.

To be continued…

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This chapter deepens their connection, making it more than just physical—it's emotional, consuming, and dangerous in a way neither of them anticipated.