Caelan’s POV Her name ripped from my throat, raw and reverent, as I drove into her from behind. Elara. Fucking Elara. My hands gripped her hips like a man possessed—because I was. Bruising her, anchoring her, branding her. She was moaning, writhing beneath me, and gods help me, I couldn't stop. Wouldn’t stop. Every thrust sent me deeper into madness. Her hands fisted the sheets, knuckles pale, voice breaking with each cry. The room was drenched in sex—sweat, heat, her scent. It clung to me like a curse. “You feel that?” I rasped, lowering myself to press my chest against her back, needing her skin. My hand slipped under her, finding her breast, tugging at the tight peak I knew would make her lose control. She whimpered. Gods, she whimpered. “How soaked you are. How fucking tight.” My fingers slid down, finding her clit like second nature. Her body jerked violently, her sob catching on her breath. “Say it,” I growled, my mouth against her skin. “Say who’s doing this to you.”
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