Kael didn’t give her time to think. His grip tightened like iron, fingers digging into the curve of her hips as he pinned her back against the glowing bark. His body moved with ruthless purpose, each thrust raw and unrelenting.
The elf’s golden eyes widened, pride splintering into gasps that spilled unbidden from her lips. She clawed at his shoulders as though she could hold her power together with sheer will, but her body betrayed her—arching, quivering, singing against the weight of his control.
“Moan for me,” Kael growled against her ear, biting down hard enough to make her cry out. “Don’t hide it. Not now.”
She wanted to snarl, to bite back, but another thrust broke her protest. A strangled moan escaped, high and sharp, vines flaring wildly in the air as though her own body had bet
