You feel that? That’s me, buried so deep you’ll never forget I was here. Mine, Elara. Always mine.”
My chest heaves, my lips parting on a ragged breath. My mind is foggy, and when Kael pulls out, I can’t help the sharp shiver that runs through me at the loss.
Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“Hands above your head,” he orders, his voice deep and unyielding. “Don’t move them unless you want me to tie you down.”
Heat floods me at the command. I obey instantly, crossing my wrists on the pillow, my back arching in silent invitation. I feel his gaze on me—hot, possessive—before he kneels between my legs, pushing them apart. The rough drag of his palm over my slick folds makes me gasp.
“Still wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice
