CHAPTER 14
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He turned me to my side, gathering me into his arms, his chest warm against my back. His mouth found the curve of my neck, kissing lazily, confidently, while his breath rolled hot down my spine. He nudged his nose into my hair, inhaling me, then bit the soft lobe of my ear.
I melted into him like something feline and spoiled, arching to fit the shape of him. My hand reached behind, closing around his growing hardness, stroking him slowly while his fingers slid over my breasts, teasing, coaxing, claiming.
He lifted my leg over his hip, opening me to his touch. I twisted my head toward him, searching for his mouth. He grazed my lips with the tip of his tongue—just a taunt, a dare—until I tried to catch him with my teeth. We both smiled at the same time before we sank into each other’s mouths fully.
He was already throbbing in my hand, and my body answered instantly, heat blooming low and sharp. I pressed my hips back into him, guiding him, letting want speak louder than fear. When he slid inside me, the shock of pleasure punched a sound out of both of us.
His moan broke against my shoulder as he thrust deep, slow, deliberate—like he had all the time in the world to ruin me.
He took my throat gently in his hand, holding me in place as he moved inside me, breath ragged, want seeping into the air around us like a storm brewing inches from my skin.
Then he shifted.
In one swift movement he pulled me onto my hands and knees. A low, animal growl vibrated out of him as his palm came down on my ass, guiding me higher. The first thrust from behind made me arch violently, my breath catching between a gasp and a cry.
He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling me back against him while his other hand slid between my thighs, circling my clit with wicked precision.
“Oh my God—Dragomar—”
The words were barely sounds, mostly breath and desperation.
He moved harder, faster, forcing every moan out of me, until pleasure blurred the edges of my vision. I shattered around his hand, my orgasm ripping through me so intensely that my elbows buckled and my forehead hit the mattress.
He didn’t let me come down.
He dragged me back up.
I could feel him losing control—his grip tightening, his breath breaking, his rhythm faltering in a way that made the air between us crackle.
I slipped out of his hold and turned before he expected it. His eyes widened for a heartbeat—and then I had him in my mouth.
I tasted him.
I teased him.
I pushed him back until he leaned on one hand, the other buried in my hair.
The moment I looked up at him, keeping eye contact while I dragged my tongue along him, something inside him snapped.
His growl filled the room—deep, primal, helpless.
I stroked and sucked and took him deeper until I felt the first pulse. I sealed my lips around him and let him spill into my mouth, feeling his entire body tense above me.
He broke eye contact only to throw his head back, a hand pushing through his hair as he exhaled a sound that was half-pleasure, half-surrender.
“Oh, Kira… what you do to me…”
Exactly what he did to me.
I wiped my mouth, smirking, and climbed up his body, kissing a line along his abs until I reached his lips.
“That was delicious…” I murmured.
He swatted my ass playfully before pulling me into a kiss.
“My beautiful Kira…”
“My beautiful moroi…”
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
He froze, stunned—and softened.
“Be mine. Be with me forever. Leave everything behind and step with me into eternity.”
“Dragomar…” I brushed his lips with my fingers. “I can’t. Not now.”
“My Kira… I have waited for you for so long. I don’t want to lose you again.”
I tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, touched the red stone of his earring, settled my palm on his cheek.
“Not now. Please. I just want to be here… with you.”
His exhale trembled.
“So few words… and they undo me completely.”
“Vulnerable, my powerful moroi?” I teased softly.
“Yes, my Kira. You don’t understand how powerful you are. You own me. You are both my strength and my weakness. My reason. My desire.”
His fingers traced my cheekbone with aching tenderness, studying me like I was sacred.
For the first time, I let myself be exactly what he saw—his.
Not forever. Not fate.
Just this moment.
And in this moment, I held him right back.
I leaned into him, kissed him slow and deep—and then my stomach growled loudly enough to break the spell.
Dragomar blinked, then burst into laughter.
He stood, naked and beautiful and utterly unbothered, and walked toward the kitchen like a man about to battle a wild animal.
“I’ve never cooked anything in my life,” he announced, “but I want to feed you. So I am going to make… something.”
I covered my eyes dramatically.
“Please don’t. You might burn the whole building down. Let me introduce you to the magical app that brings food.”
He snorted, grabbed a glass of water, and brought it to me.
“At least I can keep you hydrated,” he said, smiling.
And God… that smile.
Every time he gave it to me, it felt like winning something impossible.
Watching this ancient, deadly creature soften—crack—open—
It was addictive.
He wasn’t just claiming me anymore.
He was giving something back.
Letting me hold power over him.
And that made me feel stronger than I ever had.
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