Lana
His face hovered inches from mine, his breath scorching the space between us. My chest rose and fell, not from fear—
—but from the insane tremor racing through my veins.
"Don't push me, Lana," he warned, voice like velvet over a blade. "Because once I lose control… I won't stop here."
His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
I gasped. I could feel him—hard. Thick. Growing.
His cock was pressed against my belly, unmistakable, unforgiving.
I froze, lips parted, eyes wide.
Kaelith was going too far.
But in his eyes, I didn't see just rage—I saw claim, wild and consuming.
"I've been patient long enough," he growled, his breath harsh. "If the Abyss needs a reminder that you're ours... I'll start right now."
Sylas stood frozen between fury and sorrow.
"I'm truly disappointed in you!" he snapped. "No matter what, I won't allow you to marry him."
Kaelith growled low in his throat, eyes gleaming like a beast unchained.
And then—
