Auren's POV:
The room was too quiet.
Too soft.
Too dangerous.
His breath was still heavy against my cheek, lips barely parted from mine, our bodies locked together like gravity meant nothing but us.
Kael's hands didn't move at first.
They just held.
Firm and reverent.
Like I was something he didn't dare rush.
But I felt it.
The heat under his skin. The tremble he tried to control. The way his eyes, those obsidian flames that looked at me like he didn't just want to kiss me. He wanted to consume.
"I need to touch you," he whispered.
"Let me?"
He didn't wait for words.
He waited for the way I leaned in. The way my breath stuttered when his hand slipped up the back of my shirt again.
Clothing became irrelevant.
Lifted.
Pulled.
Tossed aside with fingers too impatient for elegance.
His mouth followed each reveal. Kisses down my collarbone.
Teeth grazing a nipple, then lips soothing the sting. Tongue tracing a line down my chest.
I gasped when he bit again, lower this time. He smirked against my skin.
"Sensitive?" he asked, voice hoarse.
"Good."
He laid me back against the bed like I weighed nothing.
Kael hovered, muscles taut, eyes burning, and for a moment– just a moment, I saw it.
Restraint barely withheld.
So much restraint.
But I didn't want him restrained. I wanted the Kael who kissed like thunder, the man who trembled against my skin like he'd waited lifetimes for this.
So I pulled him down.
And the way he groaned when our hips pressed together?
I felt it. Every inch of him.
Hard. Hot and Needy.
My hands found his belt, fumbling. He caught my wrist, eyes wild.
"You sure?"
I nodded once. Firm.
Then again. Softer.
And Kael. His eyes shifted
His mouth crashed against mine as fabric vanished. As skin met skin.
Chest to chest. Thighs tangled. Fingers—Gods, his fingers gripped my hips like they were his anchor.
He didn't ask again. Didn't tease. Didn't hold back.
The moment he slid in– slow, deep, stretching me with maddening patience, I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out.
He gasped my name like a prayer.
A promise. A curse.
"Auren…"
It wasn't fast. It wasn't rough.
It was everything else.
Every slow thrust was deliberate.
Every stroke drew sounds I didn't know I could make.
Every kiss between movements kept me grounded while my body sang.
"You feel…"
He couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't speak as he rocked into me.
Only moaned. Bit down on my neck.
"Fuck– you feel like mine."
His words lit something in me I couldn't explain. And when I came– shuddering, gasping, his name falling from my lips like a plea, he followed.
Buried deep. Moaning my name like it was the only truth he'd ever known.
He didn't pull away.
Just collapsed onto me, body still trembling.
We lay there in silence.
Sweaty. Panting. Whole.
And when he finally moved to look at me, brushing hair from my face, his voice broke the silence.
"You have no idea… what you've done to me."
I didn't. And maybe… Maybe I didn't want to know.
Because whatever this was. It was more than a mistake.
More than lust. More than a need.
It was dangerous.
And I was already in too deep.