Chapter 3 Spellbound Flesh

Elira's pulse pounded as Kael's hands moved-slow, reverent-up the curve of her thigh. She should have stopped him, whispered a sacred chant to break the tension, to remind them both of duty and danger.

But instead, her breath hitched, and she tilted her hips toward his touch.

The chamber glowed faintly, moonlight slanting through the open ceiling above. His fingertips were rough, scarred from battle, but the way they brushed her skin made her shiver. Her magic surged in response-wild, untamed-sparking blue beneath her skin.

Kael groaned softly. "You feel like a spell I've waited centuries to cast."

Their lips met with aching hunger.

His kiss was not gentle-it was claiming, deep, consuming. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting her body speak what her voice couldn't. Heat pooled between her thighs as his hand slipped beneath her robes.

Magic burst across the room in a soft pulse, lighting the runes with silvery fire.

"Elira..." he breathed, voice thick with restraint. "If I take this further..."

She met his gaze, unflinching. "Then don't stop."

They came together with desperate rhythm, flesh to flesh, soul to soul. It wasn't just sex-it was power. With every stroke, her magic deepened. His curse twisted, shifting under the weight of their connection.

Her cries echoed into the night as she shattered around him-magic pouring out like moonlight through her skin.

And still, they weren't done.

Because something in her had just woken up.