Bounded To The Mad King.

Chapter 2: Ravaging The Flame(18+)

Kalista barely had time to gasp before Varian was on her, kissing her like a man possessed. His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head back, forcing her mouth open as his tongue pushed inside—hungry, relentless. She tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. He kissed her like he needed it to breathe, like he’d die if he didn’t taste her again.

"You think I forgot," he growled, biting her bottom lip until she whimpered.

"You think you could f*cking disappear out of my life, and I’d just forget?"

His other hand fisted in the soaked fabric clinging to her body, ripping it downward until her breasts spilled free. "What are you doing?" She pushed him off. The shift clung to her waist, useless now, soaked and transparent. His eyes burned over every inch of her.

“You ruined me, Kalista,” he breathed.

“You haunted me. You belong to me.”

She trembled as he dragged her against him, his c*ck hard and heavy between them, pressing into her stomach. His body was all lean muscle, every inch of him carved and coiled with tension. He wasn’t trying to seduce her—he was starving for her.

He lifted her with ease, water sloshing around them as he pinned her against the slick cave wall. His mouth found her throat, biting, sucking—leaving bruises with purpose.

Kalista moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist by instinct. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he kissed down to her chest, his tongue swirling over one n*pple while he rolled the other between his fingers.

"I imagined this," he growled. "You. Stripped. Spread. Mine."

“Varian—” she whispered, dazed, overwhelmed.

He looked up at her, eyes wild. “Say it again.”

“Varian,” she gasped, and the sound of his name on her lips broke something in him.

He shoved the tattered shift aside, grabbing his c*ck and sliding it against her soaked entrance. He hadn’t entered—not yet. Just teased her, rubbing the tip through her folds, groaning at how wet she already was.

“Gods, you’re dripping,” he snarled.

“All that hate, all that armor—it was just foreplay, wasn’t it?”

She arched into him, desperate.

“Please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, eyes glittering.

“Beg me.”

“I want you,” she breathed. Her nails grippinginto him wanting to pull him even closer.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed.

He plunged into her in one slow, devastating thrust. Kalista cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

“f**k, you feel like heaven,” he groaned, holding still, savoring the tight, hot clutch of her around him.

He didn’t move at first. Just breathed against her neck, letting her feel every inch of him inside her. Then he pulled back—and slammed into her again.

Harder.

Her moan echoed through the cave. He f****d her against the wall, slow at first, savoring the stretch of her, the way she trembled in his arms. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He always needed more of her.

He bit her shoulder.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I—I’m yours,” she gasped, barely able to speak as he picked up speed, pounding into her with brutal precision.

“Louder,” he snarled. “Let the gods hear it.”

“I’m yours!” she cried, legs locking tighter around him.

That snapped the last thread of his restraint.

He pulled out, earning a whimper from her lips, and dragged her to the stone shelf near the water’s edge. Her legs buckled, but he caught her, spinning her and bending her over on all fours.

“Bring your butt up. Face down,” he commanded. Kalista obeyed, dazed and shaking, her rump in the air, glistening and dripping. Varian groaned behind her.

He slammed back into her, both hands gripping her hips hard. He f****d her like he wanted to own her—no, brand her. Each thrust was a promise and a punishment. His hand snaked around her throat, pulling her up so her back arched, her cries echoing louder.

“Don’t you dare stay quiet,” he growled into her ear. “I want them all to know. The guards, the court, your f*****g mother—I want them to hear who you belong to.”

Kalista sobbed his name, wrecked and trembling.

“You were made for me,” he hissed, slamming into her harder.

“Say it.”

“I—I was made for you!” she screamed, unraveling completely.

He grabbed her hair, yanked her back, and bit into her shoulder as he came, hips jerking violently as he spilled deep inside her. The hot flood of him triggered another climax, her p*ssy clenching around him as she fell forward with a shattered moan.

Varian slumped over her, still buried to the hilt, panting against her spine.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out slowly, watching her tremble, and flipped her onto her back again. Kalista could barely move—her thighs shaking, her body overstimulated and drenched. But he spread her legs wide, eyes locked on the wet, ruined mess between her thighs.

“You thought it was over?” he asked darkly, voice like thunder.

“No. You don’t run from me.”

He knelt between her legs and devoured her—tongue slow and merciless, holding her down as she thrashed, sobbing through another orgasm. He didn’t stop. Not even as she begged, not even as she cried. He licked her clean, f****d her with his tongue, until she was incoherent and pleading.

Only then did he rise again, mouth slick with her taste, his c**k already hardening anew.

He leaned down, whispering against her lips.

"Next time you run."

His eyes blazed, possessive and savage.

"I'll just drag you back. And chain you to my bed."