Caelan POV:
I look down at Elara, her hooded eyes locked on mine, unwavering, daring me to follow through. Her chest rises and falls beneath me, breath uneven, her legs lifting instinctively again to wrap around my waist as I brace over her, holding myself back by nothing but will.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I lower my mouth to her neck, letting my lips drag slowly along her skin before my teeth graze the marking spot, deliberate and claiming, not breaking skin but making my intent unmistakable.
“If we go there,” I rumble against her ear, voice rough and low, “then you’re mine, Elara.”
I bite lightly, enough to make her shiver, enough to send the message straight into her bones. The need to mark her pulses hard in my blood, the urge to claim vibrating through every nerve, and it take
