Bound by Fire

Kaelith had never felt anything like this before.

The way Seraphine fit against him, the way her breath hitched as his hands explored her, the way she trembled—not in fear, but in something far more dangerous.

Need.

She was fire beneath his fingertips, burning him alive, and he had no intention of escaping the flames.

His lips left a searing trail along her throat, down to the delicate line of her collarbone. He tasted her skin, felt the rapid beat of her pulse beneath his tongue, and gods help him—he wanted to hear her whisper his name again.

"Seraphine," he murmured, his voice rough, raw. "You are driving me mad."

She let out a breathless, unsteady laugh. "Good."

Kaelith's grip tightened on her hips. She wanted this war between them. The push and pull, the battle for control, the sharp edges of passion that neither of them could contain.

Fine.

He would give it to her.

His hands slid lower, mapping every inch of bare skin, memorizing her. His touch was both reverent and claiming, a contradiction that mirrored the storm inside him.

Seraphine arched into him, her nails biting into his skin, her soft gasps breaking through the silence. She was meeting him, daring him, pushing him until there was no room left for restraint.

He wanted to consume her.

And by the way she clung to him, by the way she sighed against his lips—

She wanted the same.

But even as they lost themselves in the fire, a single thought flickered at the back of Kaelith's mind, unshakable.

What would happen when the night ended?

When the heat faded and reality came crashing back?

Would she still look at him like this?

Would she still choose him?

Or was this just another battle she refused to lose?

To be continued…

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