Capítulo 27: Chapter 27 - Bound in Starlight
Eira's lips still tingled from the kiss, her breaths uneven as the electric pulse of the bond thrummed through her chest, loud and unrelenting. Her fingers fisted in the fabric of Caius's shirt, holding him in place even as the weight of her decision pressed heavily against her ribs.
He hadn't moved since the kiss broke, his golden eyes fixed on hers. For the first time, Caius didn't look composed or calculating—he looked caught. Like her.
"Eira," he murmured, her name low and rough on his tongue, curling in the small space between them.
The way he said it—half a question, half a plea—sent a shiver racing down her spine. He wasn't commanding her, wasn't pulling her deeper into this moment.
He was waiting. His restraint was a challenge in itself, daring her to step closer, to take what she wanted. To admit to herself that she wanted this—wanted him.
Her fingers flexed against his chest, smoothing the fabric she'd wrinkled, as though the act might steady her. "Don't make me regret this," she said quietly, her voice trembling but clear.
His jaw tightened, his hands shifting slightly at her waist. "I won't," he said simply, the promise in his voice resonating in her chest like the low thrum of a bell.
Eira didn't need more than that.
Her hands curled back into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down as she rose on her toes to kiss him again. This time, there was no hesitation—no pause to second-guess herself. Her lips pressed to his with a fierceness that surprised even her, as though she'd been holding back for far too long.
Caius responded immediately, his restraint fraying as he pulled her closer, his hands pressing firmly into her back. The bond roared louder now, a wild, fevered rhythm that made her skin flush and her breath hitch.
Her hands moved instinctively, sliding upward to tangle in his hair, her fingers weaving through the dark strands. She reveled in the way his breath caught at her touch, the way his control cracked just enough to let her feel the raw edge of his want.
His hands moved lower, tracing her spine before curling around her hips, grounding her as his kiss deepened. Eira's pulse raced as his hands slid over her, his touch maddeningly careful even as the tension in his body betrayed how close he was to losing himself.
It made her bold, the knowledge that she could unmake him with a touch.
Her fingers moved to his shirt, brushing against the smooth fabric before curling under its hem. She hesitated for only a moment before tugging it upward, baring the hard planes of his chest to the cool air.
Caius stilled, his golden eyes darkening as he pulled back just enough to watch her. "You can still stop this," he said quietly, his voice almost too soft to hear.
Eira's throat tightened, her fingers landing on his chest. She shook her head. "I'm not stopping."
His dangerous smile spread across his face as his hands moved to her waist, his fingers brushing the fabric of her dress with deliberate slowness. He held her gaze as he traced the edge of the bodice, his touch light enough to send a shiver racing through her.
"You've been driving me mad in this dress," he murmured, his voice rough and dangerously soft. "Let me take it off you."
Eira's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair before she nodded, unable to form words.
Caius's lips curved into a faint, predatory smile as he found the hidden clasp with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against her skin as he worked it free. The dress loosened, slipping from her shoulders like water, the cool fabric pooling at her feet. Eira's breath hitched as the air kissed her bare skin, the vulnerability of the moment making her heart race.
Caius didn't look away. His golden eyes roamed over her, dark and unguarded.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, the words almost reverent.
Heat flooded her cheeks, but she refused to shy away from his gaze. Her fingers brushed against the smooth planes of his chest as she took him in. The moonlight caught on his skin, accentuating the sharp lines of muscle and the faint scars that marred his otherwise flawless form.
Caius didn't rush her. He let her explore, his hands remaining steady at her waist, though his breathing had grown uneven. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was softer, slower this time. But the tension between them didn't lessen—it only grew, the slow burn of it consuming them both as Caius guided her back onto the bed. The dark linens were cool against her skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as he followed her down.
Eira's hands slid over his shoulders, her touch only growing bolder. Caius's lips moved to her throat, his breath warm against her skin as he traced the line of the chain with maddening precision. His hands were everywhere, exploring every curve and dip of her body with a reverence that made her chest ache.
"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice a low growl against her ear.
"Because of you," she admitted, the words spilling out before she could stop them.
He stilled, his golden eyes locking onto hers. "Say it again."
Eira's throat tightened, her cheeks heating as she held his gaze. "It's because of you," she repeated, her voice softer this time.
Something shifted in his expression—something raw and unguarded. His lips found hers again, the kiss deeper, hungrier than she could have ever imagined. Eira's thoughts fell away, the world narrowing to the press of his body against hers, the way he moved with her as though they'd been made for this moment. The bond roared to life, its pulse consuming her.
And for the first time, Eira didn't fight it.
She let herself burn.
The world narrowed further, leaving only the heat of Caius's body against hers, the electric hum of the bond thrumming through every nerve.
"You don't know what you've done to me," The words slipped from his lips like a confession, unfiltered and raw, and his breath was ragged as though the restraint he'd clung to was unraveling thread by thread. Eira's pulse raced as his hands splayed against her skin, the warmth of his touch grounding her even as the tension between them threatened to consume her whole.
"Then show me," she gasped, her voice breaking.
He groaned softly, but made no further move.
"Tell me to stop," Caius rasped, his voice tight as he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. His golden eyes burned with intensity, his jaw tight as though the effort of holding back was physically painful. "If this is too much, if you're not ready—"
"I don't want you to stop," Eira interrupted, her voice trembling but certain. Her hands slid to frame his face, her thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his jaw. "I want you."
Caius exhaled sharply, his eyes closing for a brief moment as though her words had shattered the last thread of his restraint. When he opened them again, the hunger in his gaze was tempered only by the depth of his care.
"Then you'll have me," he murmured, his voice low and unsteady.
Eira didn't have the chance to respond before Caius moved, his hands sliding down her waist with a reverence that bordered on desperation. He gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him as he pressed into her core, the sudden, intimate stretch igniting a fire so intense it left her gasping. He pulled her into another rough kiss, and she moaned softly against his lips.
Caius groaned as he slowly started to move against her, his hands sliding up her body, tracing the curve of her waist with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her shiver.
"You're driving me crazy," he muttered against her lips, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill coursing through her. His hands gripped her thighs with a possessiveness that made her heart race. "I've waited too long for this—too long to feel you like this."
Eira's nails bit into his shoulders, her body arching instinctively beneath his touch. "Don't hold back," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire.
His hands gripped her harder as he pushed into her fully, the heat of him searing against her skin. Eira's moaned, a soft, trembling sound slipping from her lips as the bond between them surged brighter in a way that felt utterly inescapable. He pressed her further into the bed, his body trembling against hers with the sheer force of his need.
The rhythm between them quickened, the air growing heavier with each breath. Caius's hand slid beneath her, pulling her closer as he pressed his body against hers.
She met his gaze, her chest tightening at the raw emotion in his eyes. There was no trace of the predator there, no calculated control—only want. Pure, unfiltered, and overwhelming. Her hands anchored on his shoulders, her fingers curling into his skin as their movements became desperate in rhythm.
Caius's grip tightened as the heat between them built towards a fever pitch. Eira's heart raced, her thoughts scattering as the tension mounted higher and higher, each movement drawing her closer to the edge.
And then he kissed her throat. A desperate movement, that belied his restraint.
"I need to taste you," he murmured, his voice rough and quiet. Eira's pulse hammered, her chest tightening as she realized what he was asking. For a moment, she hesitated, the weight of the bond and everything it meant crashing down around her.
But then she looked into his eyes—the golden fire there, the vulnerability beneath the hunger—and she knew.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice steady despite the wild beat of her heart.
Caius's grip tightened, his breath shuddering against her skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to her throat. His lips parted, and she felt the faint scrape of his fangs against her flesh, a sensation that sent a shockwave of heat racing through her.
The moment he bit down, the world seemed to stop.
The sharp sting of his fangs gave way to a heat unlike anything she'd ever felt, a wave of sensation that rippled through her, raw and electric. Eira's fingers tangled in his hair, her breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. She arched against him, her body responding instinctively to the heat of his touch, to the fire building with every thrust, every draw.
"Caius," she gasped, her voice breaking on his name as the tension inside her finally snapped, shattering in a wave of white-hot pleasure that made her tremble. Caius's hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer as his other hand cradled her face, his touch gentle despite the ferocity of the moment.
The bond exploded as though their connection had been waiting for this to fully awaken. It wasn't just desire—it was something deeper, something ancient and inescapable, wrapping around them both like an unbreakable chain. Eira's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as the waves of sensation washed over her, unable to stop the spasms jerking her body against his. Caius moaned against her skin, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he rode out the last waves of her pleasure.
His breath was ragged, his golden eyes dark and unfocused as he pulled back, his lips stained red as he pressed a stinging kiss to the wound he'd left.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly, his voice still trembling with restraint.
Eira nodded, her hands sliding to rest against his chest. Her pulse was still racing, her body trembling from the intensity of the moment, but she wasn't afraid. Not anymore.
"I'm more than fine," she laughed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caius exhaled a shaky breath, his hands steadying her as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "You've ruined me," he murmured, the words quiet but fervent, as though he couldn't keep them from spilling out. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction creep over her.
"Maybe that was my plan all along…" she teased, but held his gaze.
"You're mine," he said decidedly. "And tonight…" He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was softer now, but no less demanding. "Tonight is far from over."
Eira's heart pounded hard, her chest tightening as his words settled over her like a promise. The bond between them hummed softly now, steady and certain, a quiet reminder of the fire they'd unleashed—and the night that still stretched out before them.
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JadedButCute
JadedButCute Whew, this chapter definitely turned up the heat, didn’t it? Writing this moment between Eira and Caius was both exhilarating and a little terrifying—it’s always a fine line with scenes like this, balancing intimacy with emotional depth. But here, Eira finally steps into her own power, taking control of her choices and pushing their bond into uncharted territory. And Caius, who’s been this calm, calculated figure, is absolutely undone by her. It’s rare to see him so unguarded, which, let’s be honest, is half the fun of this chapter.
That being said, I’d love to hear what you thought! Did this chapter deliver the tension and payoff you’ve been waiting for? Or were you yelling at your screen because Caius still has the audacity to be smug even in this moment? Let me know in the comments!
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