Bound by the moon

(continued) – Teach Me How You Burn

(continued) – Teach Me How You Burn

POV: Rhea

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She moved slowly—purposefully—her thighs spread across his hips, skin brushing skin as her hands roamed his chest. His body was steel under silk, coiled and waiting.

But he didn’t reach for her.

Didn’t growl.

Didn’t command.

He waited—still and quiet—like a man offering himself to the altar of her desire.

Rhea leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to his sternum, letting her lips linger there as her hair trailed across his skin. She felt his breath catch. Good.

Her fingers slid lower, over the ridges of his stomach. “You’re holding back,” she murmured, voice low and velvety.

Lucien’s voice was tight, gravelled. “You told me not to touch.”

“I did.”

She kissed just beneath his ribs, a slow, deliberate press of mouth to muscle. Her hands roamed his sides, his hips, tracing him like sacred lines on a map.

“Is it difficult for you?” she asked, brushing the tip of her nose up the center of his chest. “Letting go?”

His eyes locked with hers. Wild. Bare. “Only with you.”

A thrill sparked down her spine.

She sat up again, watching the way his eyes devoured her in the firelight, the soft fullness of her thighs atop his. Slowly, she reached behind herself and guided him into place—not all the way. Just enough for tease and ache.

Lucien exhaled a sound like a growl smothered in velvet.

She circled her hips, once, slowly. Not yet.

“I want to feel you fight for it,” she whispered.

Lucien’s jaw clenched so hard she thought it might crack. His hands, still behind his back, trembled. Holding the line.

Rhea leaned down, lips at his ear. “You can beg.”

His breath shuddered. “I don’t beg.”

She smiled. “You will.”

She rocked against him again—slow, slick, dangerous.

Lucien’s head tipped back. “Rhea…”

“Say please.”

He groaned, low and feral. “You’re playing with fire.”

“I am fire.”

She reached between them and took him in, slow and deep.

Lucien’s back arched, his body surging toward hers—and she held him there. No rushing. No pounding heat.

Just complete possession.

Her voice was breathless but firm. “You’re mine right now. Let me have you.”

He obeyed. For the first time in his life, the Alpha didn’t lead. He let her ride him slow and tender, all heat and trembling worship. His hands clenched in the furs, but he didn’t move to grab her. Didn’t take back control.

He gave.

And as she moved over him, claiming every inch, the fire behind her flickered higher—casting shadows that danced like wolves circling a flame.

Lucien’s voice cracked when he came undone, hoarse and reverent. “Only you…”

And Rhea, breathless and glowing, leaned down and kissed his collar.

“Mine.”