Warning: explicit material in this chapter
"Mark me," Opal whispered, her voice trembling yet firm, her nails digging into Kael's shoulders as she arched her back, pressing her body closer to his. The room was a sanctuary of shadows and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and arousal.
Kael's molten gaze darkened, his lips curving into a smile that was both possessive and reverent. His hands tightened on her hips, grounding her as he hovered above her, his body a silhouette of power and restraint. "You already are," he murmured, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down her spine. "But I'll make sure you feel it."
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a promise of everything he was about to do to her. Opal's breath hitched as his tongue coaxed hers, their kiss deepening until she was breathless. When he pulled away, her body was already thrumming with anticipation, her skin flushed and sensitive.
