KAELITH
The night was heavy with the scent of us — sweat, heat, and something darker that lingered between the sheets like a promise. I watched her sleep, chest rising and falling, body still trembling from the storm we'd just survived. But sleep wasn't for me. Not yet.
I craved more. More control, more possession, more of that desperate surrender she wore like a second skin. The way she looked at me — part fear, part want — it was intoxicating. I could see the battle raging beneath her calm surface, the pull between resisting and falling deeper into my darkness.
I traced my fingers down her spine, memorizing the curves I'd marked with my teeth and hands. She was mine, every inch, every breath. And tonight, I would remind her exactly what that meant.
With deliberate slowness, I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine in a kiss that was both demand and promise. My tongue slid past her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of our last encounter. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, desperate, hungry.
I slid my hand between us, finding her already slick and swollen, soaked with need and aching for me. I let my fingers tease her entrance, slow and torturous, drawing a shiver that ran down her spine.
"You're not allowed to forget," I whispered against her skin, voice low and rough. "Not ever."
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with that wild craving I'd come to crave myself. She wanted me — all of me — and I intended to give her exactly what she needed.
I moved between her legs, pressing inside slow and deep, feeling her tight heat wrap around me like a vice. Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as I began a merciless rhythm — hard, unyielding, claiming. Each thrust was a statement — she was mine, utterly and completely. The slick sound of skin sliding against skin filled the room, mingling with her cries and my growls. The intensity built like a rising tide, threatening to drown us both in its feral flood.
I bit down on her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin, marking her again. Her nails raked down my back, desperate to hold on, to stay tethered in the chaos I was unleashing.
Her body clenched around me, a desperate, wet prison that made me lose control. I growled deep in my throat, following her over the edge with a raw, guttural release that left me shaking.
We collapsed together, slick and spent, the dark heat between us burning brighter than any light. She was mine — more than just flesh and blood. She was my possession, my obsession, my darkness made flesh.
And I would never let her go.
"Some cages are carved from bone and breath — and still, we beg to be locked inside."