Page 163 of House Ignis

"You're not ready for what I will do to you when I finally claim you," he murmured, his eyes roaming over every inch of my bound, trembling body with the ruthless focus of a predator.

"I will make you beg. Scream. Shatter. And then I'll rebuild you… as mine."

He leaned forward, his eyes glowing a haunting, translucent silver. I couldn't breathe; the air in the room had turned to pure electricity.

"Yours," I whispered, the word a vow and a surrender all at once.

He grinned—feral, devastating, and entirely satisfied.

"My sweet sin."

I was trembling so hard I could barely keep still. His shadows danced across my skin like they knew me— knew every desperate want, every dark secret buried in my marrow.

gods, they did.

"Asher..." I gasped, my back arching off the velvet. "Please. Touch me. Use your hands."

He didn't move an inch. He didn't even blink.

He just smiled—that slow, wicked curve of his lips—and leaned back in that chair like the king of shadows he was born to be. His magic obeyed where his hands remained still.

The shadows slid down my waist, curling around my hips like heated silk, tugging at the elastic band of my tights.

I lifted my hips instinctively, a low whimper escaping me as I let them drag the fabric down, past my thighs, past my knees, until I was completely exposed to the firelight. His gaze never left me. Not once.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice as rough as woodsmoke.

"Let them undress you for me, darling."

The moment the air hit my skin, the tendrils trailed inward—slowly—reaching the sensitive heat of my inner thighs. I moaned, a broken, helpless sound.

They knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply. It was electric.

Every stroke sent heat through my veins, making the bond pulse until I was nothing but a live wire.

My heart? Gone. My sanity? Shattered. My soul?

His. Entirely his.

"Yes," he purred, his voice molten and low. "Beg for it. Let me hear how much you want the dark."

"Fuck me," I breathed, my head lolling back as the shadows teased my center. "Asher, please—I can't—"

He growled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest.

In one fluid motion, the shadows holding my wrists and ankles vanished.

He stood and undid the clasps of his leathers.

My breath hitched as they fell away.

Gods, he was beautiful. All muscle, shadows, and sin.

He stepped into the space between my legs, his length straining, thick and heavy.

The bond thundered with a want so vast it felt like it might level the tower. He leaned in close, his hands bracing on either side of my head, his biceps taut, his lips just inches from mine. He shifted forward—just enough to let me feel every bit of his heat and the agonizing pressure of his length against me.

Still, he held back. He watched me, waiting for the break.