Kael's POV:
The moment I touched him, everything stopped.
The air grew heavy, thick, as if the world had decided to hold its breath and wait. Wait for me, wait for him – wait for us.
I had to stop myself. I had to.
But then his mouth was on mine again, and I couldn't stop. I couldn't want to stop.
Auren– Gods, Auren, he tasted like fire, like something I needed more than oxygen. His body pressed against mine, and it was all I could do to stay grounded. His lips parted, hands grabbing at me like he wanted to pull me inside him, like he wanted us to melt into something that was both too much and not enough.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
He was everything.
His body beneath me was soft, but firm. His skin felt like silk. My hands were shaking as they slid down his body, exploring every inch. I wanted to savor it. Every shiver, every gasp, every little sound he made.
He didn't hold back. Not for a second. And it… it fucking wrecked me. His body pressed up against mine as he tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me deeper into him, harder, like we were the only two people left in the world.
I pulled away for just a second, just long enough to look into those eyes of his. I needed to see him. Needed to know he wanted this as much as I did.
And when he whispered my name, I felt the tension in my chest snap. I could have died at that moment, and I would have been fine. I could have let go. Let go of all the restraint, all the self-control I'd fought so hard to maintain.
"Please…" His voice broke through the haze, breathless. His hands were everywhere, pulling at me, urging me closer. And I couldn't resist. I didn't want to.
"Don't stop, Kael," he whispered against my lips.
Gods. He didn't know how much that pushed me over the edge.
I didn't stop.
I didn't slow down.
I couldn't.
He wanted this. Wanted me. Wanted everything. So I gave him everything.
I gave him my lips, my hands, my soul.
Every inch of me.
His body beneath me. His chest rising and falling, breath quick and ragged. And the way he arched up, like he was trying to pull me deeper into him… it was everything I needed.
I pulled back to look at him again, and he was staring at me with those eyes. His lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, but there was a certain fire in him. A hunger.
And when I kissed him again, it wasn't just a kiss.
It was consuming.
It was desperate.
It was us – there was nothing else.
He gasped as I moved lower, my hands finding their way to the waistband of his pants, pulling at them like they were nothing. I could feel his pulse against my fingertips, the warmth of his skin, the tightness in his muscles.
I needed to feel him. All of him.
I slid my hands down, touching, tasting, devouring.
His hands grabbed mine. But this time, it wasn't to stop me. It was to pull me closer.
And when I slid into him, deeply, slowly, feeling him clench around me – Gods, I nearly lost it right there.
But I held on. For him. For me.
For us.
I moved in rhythm with him, each thrust making him gasp, each stroke making him moan. His nails dug into my skin, leaving marks that were a reminder that this was real. That this was happening.
He whispered my name again.
Soft. Trembling. Like it was the only word that mattered.
And I couldn't stop.
I couldn't give him anything less than everything.
So I did. I gave him everything. Maybe too much.
I wasn't gentle.
I wasn't careful.
But I was everything he needed.
And when he cried out my name again, when he came undone beneath me, I lost myself in him.
He collapsed, I followed.
Sweaty. Breathing hard. Pulse is still racing.
I kissed him again. Once. Twice.
Just to feel him. To feel alive.
And as I held him, my fingers in his hair, lips on his skin, I whispered the words I'd never thought I'd say.
"You're mine, Auren."
And when he looked at me, when his eyes met mine, I realized…
He was already mine.