> "True magic isn't in spells or blood. It's in surrender—and the one kiss that dares to undo you completely."
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Dominic awoke in firelight.
But he wasn't burning.
He was wrapped in silk, skin slick with sweat, breath still erratic from their last encounter. Lyra lay beside him, her long hair splayed across his chest like molten shadows. The collar was gone. The chains were gone. But the mark remained.
Her sigil now pulsed on his skin like a living rune, right above his heart.
Lyra's fingers traced it lazily.
"You touched me, Dominic. And I let you."
He turned to her, voice hoarse. "You more than let me."
She chuckled, low and rich. "Careful. Confidence looks good on you—but arrogance might get you gagged again."
He smirked. "Maybe I want that."
Her gaze sharpened. She straddled him in one smooth motion, her hips pressing to his, a slow grind that had his cock stiffening again.
"Then maybe it's time we talk about what you're becoming."
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They weren't in the chamber anymore. The new room looked like a cathedral built inside a volcano. Lava trickled down glass walls. Black roses bloomed from obsidian pillars. A magic circle pulsed beneath the bed—red, then violet, then a searing white.
"This," she said, grinding once more, "is the Binding Ritual."
Dominic's brow furrowed. "I thought I was already bound to you."
"You are. But this makes it eternal."
He stilled. "Eternal?"
She nodded.
"You will feel what I feel. You'll see what I see. Your thoughts will no longer be entirely your own. You'll become a part of me—not just in flesh, but in spirit."
His heart pounded.
"You're asking me to give up everything."
She leaned closer.
"I'm asking you to give up the lie that you were ever in control."
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The heat between them intensified. Magic and lust, layered so tightly that he couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.
Lyra's voice dropped.
"You'll have power, Dominic. More than you ever did in your skyscrapers. You'll rule by my side. But not as the man you were. You'll be mine—my Consort. My weapon. My lover."
He swallowed.
"What if I say no?"
"Then I wipe your memories. Free you. Send you back."
That sounded merciful.
But it wasn't.
He could already feel it. A craving deeper than sex. A need stronger than logic.
Lyra wasn't just a lover.
She was addiction incarnate.
He clenched the sheets. "Do it."
She smiled.
Then climbed off him.
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The ritual began.
She led him into the center of the glowing circle. The light coiled around his ankles, licking at his thighs like curious flames. She knelt before him.
"You kneel to me. Now I kneel to you."
He reached for her. She slapped his hands away.
"Don't move."
Then her mouth was on him.
Hot. Wet. Sinful.
He moaned, but she wasn't just pleasuring him—she was chanting. The vibrations of her voice rolled through his cock like waves of molten honey. Symbols began to carve into the air. The magic responded to his arousal.
"You feel that?" she whispered, lips still touching his length.
He nodded, desperate.
"Every time you get hard, the magic obeys. Every time you come, the world reshapes around my will."
He could barely stand.
"Please, Lyra... let me..."
She stopped.
Rose.
"Not yet."
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She kissed him.
Not like before.
This kiss... devoured.
Every piece of him broke apart. Memories, regrets, pride. The kiss was a black hole, and he let it consume him.
He didn't know when he collapsed.
But he did.
And Lyra carried him.
Back to the bed. Back to her.
When he woke again, he wasn't alone.
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A second figure stood at the edge of the room.
Another woman.
Pale gold skin. Crimson hair. And a gaze that mirrored Lyra's.
"This is Seraphine," Lyra said. "My first Consort."
Dominic blinked. "You... you said I was the only one."
Lyra smiled. "You are. Now."
Seraphine stepped forward. "I was her past. But I'm also your final test."
Before he could react, Seraphine vanished.
Then reappeared behind him.
"You want to be worthy of her kiss?"
Her hand slid down his chest.
"Then take me."
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Dominic froze.
Lyra said nothing. She only watched.
The magic flared.
Seraphine turned him, pushed him to the sheets, and climbed onto him.
"Prove your love to her... by surrendering to me."
Dominic struggled, confused. Turned on. Angry. Afraid.
But the collar had returned.
And it pulsed with Lyra's will.
He couldn't resist.
He didn't want to.
Not really.
Seraphine moved above him like a goddess reborn. Her lips met his. Her tongue teased. Her body aligned with his until he was inside her.
And the moment he thrust up—
He heard Lyra moan.
Not Seraphine.
Lyra.
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Every movement in Seraphine mirrored pleasure in Lyra.
Their bond had already formed.
Lyra's power now channeled through Seraphine.
And Dominic was the catalyst.
He moved faster.
Harder.
The room shook.
Lyra gasped, arching, her eyes fluttering.
"Yes... yes, my king..."
The kiss had bound them.
Now the act completed it.
With one final thrust, Seraphine screamed.
And Lyra shattered. Her eyes rolled back. Her power exploded.
And Dominic...
Ascended.
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He glowed.
Literally.
His skin now bore lines of glowing white and violet. His eyes were fire. His voice trembled with new weight.
"What... am I now?"
Lyra stepped close.
Kissed his forehead.
"Mine."