The Dawn

X Chapter Twenty X

Her.

Elara could still feel the weight of the argument lingering in the air, the tension between them thick as she watched Kaelith pace the room. His usually confident demeanor was fractured, his movements restless, as if he was at war with himself. She could see the torment in his eyes, the conflict that raged within him, and it stirred something deep inside her.

She had never seen him like this-so unsettled, so vulnerable. He had always been the one in control, the one who held the power between them. But now, in this moment, he was raw, exposed, and it ignited a fire in her that she couldn't ignore.

"Elara, this is dangerous," Kaelith muttered, his voice low and strained as he stopped in front of her, his dark eyes searching her face. "You don't understand what you're getting yourself into."

His words sent a thrill through her, a shiver that traveled down her spine. She did understand, more than he knew. She understood the danger, the risk they were taking by being together like this. But she didn't care. Not now. Not when the need to feel him, to be close to him, was overwhelming everything else.

"I don't care," she whispered, stepping closer to him, her hands reaching out to touch his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her fingertips, a rapid, unsteady rhythm that mirrored her own. "I just want you."

His breath hitched at her words, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and fear.

"Elara, you don't know what you're asking for."

She did, though. She knew exactly what she was asking for, what she needed. The power dynamic between them had always been a shifting thing, a battle of wills that neither of them ever truly won. But tonight, she wanted to give in. She wanted to surrender to the need that was coursing through her, to let go of the control she always clung to so fiercely.

Without another word, she sank to her knees before him, her hands sliding down his body as she did. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his body tensed at the unexpected gesture. His hands twitched at his sides, as if he didn't know whether to stop her or to let her continue.

"Elara..." His voice was rough, strained with the effort it took to speak, to warn her, but she silenced him with a look, a look that told him she wasn't afraid, that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Her hands moved to the waistband of his trousers, her fingers working quickly to undo the buttons. She could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his breath was coming in shallow, uneven gasps. It only fueled her determination, made her want to push him further, to see how far she could take him before he broke.

When she finally freed him, she looked up, meeting his gaze as she wrapped her hand around him. He was hard, throbbing in her grasp, and the sight of him-of the desire he couldn't hide, made her feel powerful in a way she never had before.

Kaelith's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips as she stroked him slowly, deliberately, savoring the way he responded to her touch. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with the effort it took to keep himself in check.

"This is dangerous," he rasped, his voice thick with need, but there was no conviction behind his words, only the raw hunger that he was struggling to contain. "Elara, please..."

But she wasn't stopping. She couldn't. The sound of his voice, the way he whimpered and moaned under her touch, only made her want to push him further. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she took him into her mouth.

Kaelith's reaction was immediate and visceral. His head fell back, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as his hands finally moved, one gripping her hair, the other clutching the edge of the table behind him for support. She could feel the tremor in his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as she moved, her tongue tracing the length of him, her lips working to draw out every sound, every reaction she could.

"Elara," he moaned, her name falling from his lips like a prayer, desperate and filled with a longing that matched her own. His control was slipping, she could feel it in the way his hips bucked, the way his grip on her hair tightened as if he was afraid to let go.

She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her eyes closing as she focused on the rhythm, on the way his body responded to her every movement. He was vocal, more than she had ever imagined, his moans and whimpers filling the room, echoing off the walls, wrapping around her like a spell.

"This is dangerous," he whispered again, but this time it was more of a plea, as if he was begging her to stop, knowing he wouldn't be able to handle it if she did. But she didn't stop. She kept going, her movements slow and deliberate, taking him to the brink and pulling back, teasing him with the promise of release.

Kaelith was shaking now, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his grip on her hair tightening as he tried to hold on, tried to keep himself from falling apart completely.

But she wasn't going to let him hold back.

She wanted to see him lose control, to see him come undone in her hands, to know that she was the one who could do this to him.

"Elara... please.." His voice was a broken whisper, and she could feel the desperation in him, the way he was teetering on the edge, so close to losing himself in her. It was intoxicating, the power she had over him in this moment, the way he was at her mercy, completely vulnerable in a way she had never seen before.

She took him deeper, her hands tightening around his hips as she moved faster, drawing out every moan, every whimper that escaped his lips. His body was trembling now, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he neared the edge.

When he finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the room, his body tensing before he released, spilling into her mouth as his hips bucked uncontrollably. She held him, taking everything he gave her, the taste of him filling her senses, the sound of his moans the only thing she could hear.

When it was over, he was left trembling, his body slumping forward as he struggled to catch his breath. She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as she released him, her hands sliding up his thighs to steady him.

Kaelith was silent for a long moment, his eyes closed, his head bowed as he tried to regain his composure. When he finally looked down at her, his expression was one of disbelief, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened, what she had just done to him.

"This is dangerous," he whispered again, his voice hoarse, filled with a mix of awe and fear. "You have no idea what you've done."

But she did know. She knew exactly what she had done, and she wasn't afraid. She had seen the way he had looked at her, the way he had lost himself in her, and she knew that, despite the danger, despite the risks, she wanted more. And she was willing to take that risk, no matter the cost.