Page 49 of Bound In Stone, Claimed In Fire

Still, the raw synergy sets my nerves aflame. We’re pressed together, flesh to flesh, brimming with power. His claws graze my skin, leaving faint red welts, but I don’t care. We’re lost in a heady cocktail of fear, relief, and undeniable attraction. My desire for him surges, colliding with the knowledge that we might die if we fail.

“Sariah,” he gasps, voice raw with longing and agony. “I—” The words choke off in a groan as I shift my hips, trying to find a better angle to cradle his wounded side. But that movement drags us deeper into a frenzied urgency. Our bodies align, the tether throbbing with unstoppable momentum.

I realize in that moment—I love him,despite the danger, despite the heartbreak and risk.The truth slams into me like a lightning bolt. I don’t want to lose him, can’t bear the thought of a world without his fierce presence. Tears blur my vision as I bury my face against his neck, letting the synergy roll over us.

The desperation crescendos into a frenzied joining—no longer just bodies, but a collision of need, magic, and shared survival. His cock presses against me, thick and demanding, and I arch up to meet him, my pussy already slick with want. The first thrust steals my breath, a searing stretch that melts into unbearable pleasure as he sheathes himself fully inside me. Sex, yes, but laced with swirling magic. Every pulse of our bodies resonates with power, each snap of his hips driving the synergy deeper, as if we’re forging the bond with flesh as much as spirit.

“Kaelith… yes, take from me. Take me. Brand me, make my yours,” I beg, gasping for more, pushing my magic to the max. I direct every sliver of it to his wounds.

“Sariah… you undone me,” he groans, burying his face on my neck as his hips pistons faster as much as his injured body can allow him. Our magic entertwines more and more, swirling together, the tendrils dancing in union to each other.

“Kaelith…” I pant against his ear, nails biting into his shoulders as he moves, the rhythm rough and relentless. Tears slip down my cheeks—from overwhelm, from the way his runes blaze hotter with every thrust, the stone creeping up his torso in partial sleep mode, knitting flesh even as he fucks me into the cavern floor.

“Gods!” he groans as I let out a moan of ecstasy. Our moans echo off the walls, raw and unchecked, mingling with the wet slap of skin, the hiss of sleet outside. The air thrums with energy, charged like the moment before a lightning strike.

At some point, the pain from our injuries dulls, replaced by a frenzied euphoria. My brand crackles, arcs of silver lightning leaping from my fingertips to the stone now creeping across Kaelith’s arms. We cling to each other as if drowning, his cock filling me so completely I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. His tail lashes around my thigh, possessive, dragging me harder against him. Each second is a precipice—lust, healing, chaos.

“Sariah,” he murmurs, lips brushing mine in a fleeting, tender kiss, a contrast to the brutal pace of his hips. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” I vow, voice breaking as I press my palm to his wounded side. The bleeding has slowed, flesh sealing beneath the stone’s embrace, but I barely register it—not when he angles deeper, when the head of his cock grinds against that spot inside me that unravels all thought. Another wave of magic surges, my brand flaring blindingly bright, and a scream tears from my throat as pleasure-pain arcs through every nerve. It’s too much.

Yet I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Kaelith gasps, wings shuddering, his thrusts turning erratic. His eyes glow molten gold, pupils blown with need, and when he surges against me, I meet him with equal hunger, my hips rolling to take him deeper. The synergy magnifies, my mind fracturing under the intensity—every drag of his cock, every pulse of magic, every ragged breath between us tightening the tether until I’m certain we’ll fuse into one being.

Tears streakmy face as we crest the wave, his rhythm stuttering, my pussy clenching around him. Then—the shattering peak.

“I’m coming!” His roar is half-gargoyle, half-man, as he spills inside me, his release a scalding flood that triggers my own. My vision whites out, magic detonating between us in a shockwave that rattles the cavern walls, dust raining from the ceiling.

“Gods!” I let out a keen scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure that burns every fiber of my being.

For a heartbeat, I’m nothing but sensation: the throb of his cock still buried in me, the aftershocks wracking my body, the bond singing with brilliant, terrifying unity. My skin burns, brand glowing with a subdued silver now, and Kaelith’s runes glimmer with a renewed steadiness. His thigh wound has partially sealed, stone plating covering the torn flesh. The gash along his side, once a gaping hole, is now a crusted seam. My heart bursts with relief.He’s healing.

Panting, we collapse together, limbs tangled, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the cave’s damp air. His softening cock slips from me, but he pulls me tighter against him, his tail curling around my waist like a vow. Alive. His. Ours.

He lifts a hand, brushing my sweat-matted hair from my face. “You… you saved me,” he whispers, voice cracked. “Again.”

My chest tightens, tears slipping. “We saved each other,” I manage. Then I collapse onto his chest, exhausted beyond words, trembling with the comedown from that magical high. My entire body hums with leftover energy. The synergy recedes slowly, leaving behind warmth and the tang of fear.Because I sensed it: the darkness tugging at me.

In that final burst of magic, I felt a shadow, a flicker of chaos that beckoned me to push further, to unleash more. It was the same siren call that lured Nerezza, a promise of unstoppable power if I only let go of my caution. I resisted this time, but just barely.It’s there, lurking.

Kaelith senses my tension. He cradles my face, concern etched in his eyes. “Sariah, what’s wrong?”

I swallow, tears still wet on my cheeks. “I… I felt something,” I whisper, voice trembling. “A pull, like if I used just a bit more power, I could’ve healed you instantly or destroyed half the mountain. It was… exhilarating—and terrifying.”

His runes flicker with worry. “Darkness tugging at you?”

I nod, pressing my forehead to his. The tether’s gentle hum offers a respite from that shadowy temptation. “Yes. For a moment, it felt so easy to sink into that raw chaos. I’m scared, Kaelith.” My voice cracks. “What if… what if I lose control one day?”

He exhales, tightening his arms around me. “We’ll face it together,” he vows. “I won’t let you slip alone. We’ll find a safer way to harness this synergy.”

My heart aches at his words. Relief wars with lingering dread.He’s healing, but at what cost to me?If I keep tapping into that forbidden well, I risk the fate Drayveth warned about, the path Nerezza carved in blood. But as I lie here in Kaelith’s arms, I can’t bring myself to regret saving him. I’d do it again.I love him.

A trembling sigh escapes me. “We need to rest,” I say, voice barely above a whisper. “The lesser gargoyles might still be out there. If we’re found like this, we’re done.”

Kaelith nods, though his wings twitch with leftover tension. “Yes. But let me hold you a moment.” His gaze flicks with tenderness. “After that… I’ll keep watch.”

Tears spill anew as I gently cradle his cheeks, brushing away specks of dust. He kisses my palm, eyes closed. My brand flares with a gentle warmth, reminding me that for all the danger, for all the potential for darkness, there is also extraordinary light in this bond.I love him,the thought resonates, steady and sure.

So I nestle against him, letting our breathing even out. His stone-laced body is surprisingly warm, the partial petrification receding now that the worst of his injuries have stabilized. Outside, I hear the distant hiss of the lesser gargoyles, but none approach the cave mouth. The synergy we unleashed must have frightened them off—or they lurk, waiting for us to emerge. I can’t dwell on that now. We have at least this moment of peace.

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