Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL) Chapter 109: Ruin me

Kain Locke

Kael’s hands trembled as they slid under my shirt, tugging it upward until the fabric was gone, discarded sowhere on the floor.

His gaze swept over in the dim light, slow and deliberate, and I felt my skin burn under it. My chest rose and fell too quickly, every breath shaky, as if his eyes alone could unravel .

Then I heard him say low, rough, almost a growl.

"...Beautiful."

The word slipped out of him like he hadn’t ant to speak it aloud. A shiver ran through , and before I could think, I pressed closer, desperate to be touched, desperate to be seen more.

His mouth found my collarbone first, hot lips dragging across sensitive skin, then lower, leaving faint marks as he went. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders when his tongue brushed across my chest, slow and deliberate.

"Kael—" My voice broke as his mouth closed around my nipple. He sucked gently at first, his tongue twirling and lapping the little bud, then he began to suck harder, the sudden rush of heat making my whole body arch.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer as his teeth teased , sharp enough to sting, sweet enough to make hiss from both pain and pleasure.

When he released , I let out a needy moan, but the sound caught in my throat as I t his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Dark, stormy, and yet... it looked as though it was lit with tiny gold, like sunlight trapped in a tempest. Beautiful. Inviting. Dangerous. The kind of gaze you drowned in willingly, even knowing you’d never co back.

I was caught there for a heartbeat, breathless, until his mouth returned to . Heat surged back twofold as his lips claid my chest again. Every groan, every vibration of his voice against my skin made shiver, my thighs pressing tight around his hips as the ache inside grew unbearable.

His kisses trailed lower, across my ribs, down my stomach. Each touch set fire to new places, leaving trembling and restless. My body refused to stay still; I shifted against him, aching, desperate.

The room was thick with our scents, mine spilling without control, his pressing down over it like a stormcloud.

"Take it off," I whispered, tugging blindly at his shirt, half-command, half-plea.

Kael pulled back, eyes burning as his chest heaved. Then, in one sharp motion, he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. My breath caught as I took in his body, broad shoulders, strong chest, every muscle tense like he was holding himself back by a thread.

I reached out instinctively and touched the firm muscles.

He kissed again, hungry and rough, before his hand slid down, replacing where his mouth had been. Warm against my stomach, as he went lower, and lower, tracing circles that made my breath falter. He wasn’t rushing. If anything, he was savoring the way I squird beneath him.

"Kael..." I gasped, hips shifting restlessly. The ache inside throbbed, unbearable. I wanted him to fill , to claim , to leave nothing empty.

He chuckled low against my throat, the sound a deep rumble. "You’re shaking," he whispered, pressing his lips to my skin. "Do you feel how much you’re calling for ?"

His fingers brushed where I burned for him most, just a touch, and I jolted, a sharp sound breaking from before I could stop it.

"Sensitive," he murmured, smiling against my mouth as I clung to his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his skin.

When his hand slid fully between my thighs, I nearly cried out. Heat spilled from without restraint. Then his finger pressed past the tight ring of my opening, and instead of pain, relief flooded . My body welcod him, slick with my natural lubricant, so the first finger slipped in successfully and he started moving excruciatingly slow.

"More. Faster." I whined, but he chuckled and bite my neck making hissed, "Fucking dog."

"Your dog, baby." He mused, as he pressed deeper, slightly brushing over sothing, but not quite reaching it. Still, the sensation was so much that I cried,

"There, there..."

But Kael yanks out his finger the next second, "Beg ."

"Please, Kael."

I was too far gone to care about how needy and desperate I sounded. All I could think about was how much I needed him to touch that place again, pound against it if he could, to finally crest and hit that peak that was just out of reach.

"Fuck yeah you want it." He pushed the finger back in and the second one quickly followed, scissoring, stroking deep inside . My back arched, hips pushing against him, desperate for more. Each thrust brushed close to sothing that made gasp, but not quite enough to satisfy.

"Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Please, Kael... more."

I reached blindly for him, hand sliding down—but he caught it, pinning it above my head. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, voice thick with hunger:

"Not so fast, I give. You take."

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, dragging a desperate moan from , but before I could protest, I felt the press of mber tip at my entrance.

A quiet, blissful sigh escaped as he pushed in, filling slowly. Too slowly. My body clung to him, instinctively trying to pull him deeper.

I shifted my hips to take him in faster, but his sharp hiss stopped . "Kain—slow. You’ll hurt yourself." His words were rational, but his voice trembled like he was barely holding on.

"Don’t care."

Then his restraint snapped. With a groan, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep. The sudden impact struck sothing inside that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"Yes—ah, yes," I gasped, writhing under him as pleasure jolted through in waves. His pheromones wrapped around like blanket, his heavy body pressing into the sheets as if I belonged nowhere else but here.

I didn’t think anything could feel this perfect. Like I was created for this—for him.

And then it was too much. Pleasure crashed through , overwhelming, and I ca far too fast, clinging to him as wave after wave of release tore through . His na spilled from my lips as Kael followed the rhythm, pounding through my climax, trembling, his release mixing with mine.

I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling, my body still shaking with aftershocks. But the heat was cruel, never satisfied.

Because just as my body began to calm, the fire returned.

Kael flipped easily, pressing my chest down into the sheets before pulling back up by the waist. My arms shook as I caught myself on my elbows, breath ragged. His hand wrapped firm around my hips, holding in place.

The mont his length pushed inside again, a sharp cry tore out of . My body, still sensitive from before, clamped down around him, every nerve set ablaze.

Maybe it was the position, but this is more intense than before.

"Kael—ah—" I gasped, trembling, but he was relentless. His thrusts ca hard, deep, filling again and again until I could do nothing but cling to the sheets.

His chest pressed against my back, his mouth at my ear, hot breath fanning across my skin. "You’re still so tight," he growled low, almost pained. "You’re going to ruin , Mochi."

Each word made shiver, made the fire inside swell. I pushed back against him without thinking, desperate for more of that unbearable fullness. My body was shaless, moving on its own, greedy for every thrust.

He groaned when I t his rhythm, his grip on my waist tightening as if he’d lose control completely if I kept pushing him. His teeth grazed my neck, biting down just enough to leave gasping.

"Kael—please, don’t stop," I begged, voice breaking. "I need it, I need you—"

"I’ll give you everything," he whispered roughly, and then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deeper than before. The sound that left was almost a sob, half pleasure, half desperation.

His pace grew wild, like he was answering sothing in my pheromones that neither of us could fight. My body burned, lting under him, my arms giving out until I collapsed onto the sheets.

He pulled back up, his hands held steady as he drove into , again and again, his groans mixing with my cries.

Every thrust sent sparks shooting through , sharp and blinding. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, there was only Kael, filling , consuming , as if I belonged entirely to him.

When his hand slid around to stroke from the front, my voice broke into helpless moans. The pleasure doubled, unbearable, until I was clawing at the sheets, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

"Kael—ah, I’m—" The words shattered into incoherence as release tore through , sudden and overwhelming. My whole body convulsed, clenching tight around him as I spilled over his hand.

He cursed low against my neck, his pace faltering for only a second before he thrust harder, deeper, until he finally broke with , spilling into with a groan that sounded like surrender.

For a long mont, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, our bodies pressed together, shaking with aftershocks.

Kael’s weight settled against my back, heavy but grounding, his lips brushing my shoulder in a trembling kiss.

And even as I panted, spent, I knew it wasn’t over.

Already, I could feel the ache stirring again.

And judging by the way Kael’s arms tightened around , neither of us planned to stop.