CHAPTER 11: BOUND BY LUST (CONTINUATION)

Kier's grip on Seraphina was unrelenting, fingers biting into her flesh as he carried her across the room. His golden eyes burned with a predator's hunger, the sharp edges of his desire barely restrained.

She should've been afraid. He was a fallen god, a warrior who had carved through battlefields drenched in blood. His strength alone could break her.

But she wasn't afraid. She was starving for him.

He laid her down on the vast bed, the dark silk sheets cool against her fevered skin. His wings cast deep, shifting shadows along the walls, his presence swallowing the space whole.

Seraphina propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he slowly unfastened the rest of his shirt. The fabric slipped from his shoulders, revealing the sculpted expanse of his chest, the inked markings that curled along his ribs—a testament to his past, to what he was before the fall.

Her mouth watered. Fucking perfection.

gods, she ached for him.

Kier smirked, catching the hunger in her gaze. "Like what you see, little queen?"

Seraphina let her nails drift down her stomach, a slow, teasing drag. "I'd like it better if you were on me instead of showing off."

His golden gaze darkened, a silent promise of ruin.

And then he was on her.

His weight pinned her to the bed, his heat searing against her bare skin. One hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just there, a reminder of control. His mouth was at her ear, his breath hot, dangerous.

"You think you can tease me?" His voice was a growl, vibrating through her. "Careful, Seraphina. I don't play—I take."

A thrill shot through her. She dragged her leg up his thigh, pressing herself against him. "Then take me, god of war. Or are you afraid you can't handle me?"

His growl was pure sin. His lips crashed against hers, all heat and hunger, teeth scraping, tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. His fingers traced fire down her body, over her ribs, lower, lower—

He didn't stop to tease.

"Fear?" He leaned in, his lips grazing her pulse. "No. I just want you begging first."

Before she could retort, his mouth was on her throat, sharp teeth grazing, lips teasing. His tongue flicked against her skin, tasting her, mapping her.

Her breath hitched as he dragged his mouth lower. He kissed his way down her collarbone, biting lightly, soothing with his tongue, marking her with each touch.

By the time he reached her breasts, she was panting.

Kier smirked against her skin, his fingers finding her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "So sensitive," he mused, flicking his tongue over the hardened peak before closing his lips around it, sucking hard.

Seraphina's back arched, her hands tangling in his hair. "Fuck—"

Kier hummed, the vibration sending shocks through her. His other hand trailed lower, fingertips teasing down her stomach, over the curve of her hip.

She knew where he was headed.

And gods, she needed it.

"Open for me."

She obeyed, her breath hitching as his mouth brushed the inside of her thigh. He kissed her there, slow, reverent, before his tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin.

"Gods, Kier—"

He shushed her with a single glance, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still.

And then his tongue was on her.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat. He licked up her slit, slow, savoring, before circling her clit with lazy, devastating precision. His tongue flicked, then flattened, pressing into her, dragging wet heat in maddening strokes.

Seraphina writhed, her nails raking against the sheets.

Kier growled against her. "Stay still."

She couldn't.

His grip tightened as he sucked her clit into his mouth, the sharp pull sending a shock of pleasure ripping through her.

A moan escaped her, desperate, needy.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her. "You beg so sweetly without even meaning to."

His fingers teased at her entrance, circling, pressing—before he slid them in, thick, filling, curling just right.

Seraphina shattered. Her body seized, pleasure detonating through her like wildfire. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she clenched around his fingers, her release washing over her in frantic waves.

But Kier didn't stop.

He kept going, drinking her in, his tongue still working her clit, his fingers still stroking her from the inside, coaxing her higher, dragging her over the edge again before she could even come down from the first.

"Fuck—Kier—"

Her voice broke as another orgasm tore through her, more brutal than the last. She trembled, shattered, and he licked her through it, tasting her, owning her.

Only when she was a trembling, gasping mess did he finally pull away, his lips wet, his mouth curled into a dark smirk.

"You taste like sin," he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Seraphina barely had time to catch her breath before he was on her again, his body pressing her into the sheets. His belt was gone. His pants followed.

She looked down—

And gods, she was ruined before he even touched her again.

He was thick, hard, the tip already slick with need.

He lined himself up, pressing just the tip against her soaked entrance.

Leaning down, he caught her lips in a slow, drugging kiss.

"Tell me you're mine," he whispered against her mouth.

Seraphina wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails dragging down his back as she pulled him in.

A ragged groan tore from his throat as he sank deep, stretching her, filling her.

Seraphina gasped, her body clenching around him. He was big, and the stretch was everything.

"Fuck—Kier—"

His jaw clenched, his breath ragged. "Mine."

Then he moved. It wasn't slow. It wasn't careful. It was war.

He fucked her, deep and hard, his grip bruising, his thrusts sharp, brutal. His mouth was at her throat, her breasts, his teeth marking, claiming.

Seraphina met him stroke for stroke, nails raking, biting.

The bed creaked beneath them, the room filled with moans, curses, the *obscene* slap of skin against skin.

Kier's hand found her throat again, squeezing lightly. "You love this, don't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her head tilting back.

His thrusts deepened. "Say it."

"I love it—I love your cock—fuck, Kier—"

His smirk was pure sin. "That's my girl."

His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles. "Come for me again."

Seraphina couldn't stop it.

Pleasure slammed into her, white-hot, blinding. She clenched around him, dragging him down with her.

With a final, shuddering growl, Kier spilled inside her, his body shaking, his mouth pressed to her temple.

They collapsed together, breathless, wrecked.

Kier's grip softened, his lips brushing lazily over her shoulder, her jaw.

Seraphina smirked, her fingers tracing over his spine. "I think I broke you, god of war."

Kier chuckled, nipping at her lower lip. "Oh, little queen. I'm far from done."

And then he flipped her onto her stomach.

The night was far from over.

The night was brutal.

Kier did not take—he conquered.

Every touch, every bite, every thrust was a lesson in control, in ownership.

She had spent her life resisting, fighting, refusing to bend.

He made her crave it.

The pleasure was relentless, a devastating assault that left her trembling, left her body raw, marked, his.

And when he was done, when he had wrung every last scream from her lips, he leaned down, pressing his mouth to the delicate skin between her breasts.

A whisper of magic, cold and searing all at once. The mark seared into her flesh. Permanent. Binding.

His name, carved in ancient script. A reminder that no matter how much she fought—

She belonged to him now.

END OF CHAPTER 11