Chapter 375: Bound in Fire

Classic Blackwood

The space between us disappeared, the last breath of hesitation swallowed as my lips met hers again—deeper this time, unrestrained.

Amal's hands slid against my skin, nails grazing my shoulders as she pulled me closer. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation—just the steady rhythm of two people who knew exactly what they wanted.

I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. The silk of her robe slipped further, the fabric barely holding onto her frame. My hands traced the warmth of her skin, memorizing every reaction, every quiet sigh.

She wasn't just surrendering to this—she was meeting me with equal fire.

I smirked against her skin. "You sure you weren't trained for this too, Princess?"

She let out a soft laugh, breathless but sharp. "Some things don't need training."

I liked that answer.

Her fingers found the buttons of my shirt, undoing them with a precision that told me she wasn't second-guessing this. Neither was I.

I wanted her. Not as a symbol of this empire. Not as the woman I had been forced to marry. But as her.

Tonight, there were no cameras. No eyes watching.

Just us.

And as her lips parted beneath mine, her body arching against me—I knew this wasn't just about desire.

It was about claiming something neither of us had expected to want.