lAmy Stone
Kael’s eyes burn into me, dark and wild, his breath ragged as he towers over me.
“Mine,” he growls, the single word thick with possession.
My heart slams against my ribs as his hands rip the rest of my torn dress apart, the delicate fabric shredding beneath his strength. It falls to the floor in tatters, leaving me naked and exposed beneath his feral gaze.
A guttural sound rumbles from his chest as his eyes rake over me. “Look at you,” he rasps, his voice low and dangerous. “Spread out for me like a feast.”
Before I can breathe, his mouth is on me—hot, demanding, relentless. His teeth graze my throat before he sucks hard, leaving a dark, claiming mark. I moan helplessly, my body arching into him, needing more.
Kael grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one massi
