Bound by Fire

Kaelith lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. Seraphine felt the weight of it, the raw intensity burning beneath his usual restraint.

"Say it," he murmured, his voice rough.

She swallowed. "Say what?"

"That you're mine."

Seraphine's breath hitched. A part of her wanted to resist—to fight him the way she always did. But another part, the part that had run straight to him after escaping Kieran, knew the truth.

She didn't answer.

Kaelith exhaled sharply, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her against him. "I'll make you say it," he vowed, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

A shudder ran through her, her fingers clenching around the fabric of his shirt.

"Kaelith—"

He silenced her with a kiss.

It wasn't gentle. It was possession, raw and demanding. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the moment. Seraphine gasped against him, her own resistance faltering.

Her walls were crumbling.

And Kaelith knew it.

"You don't run from me," he murmured against her lips. "Not ever."

Seraphine could only hold onto him, lost in the fire they had ignited together.

To be continued…

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