Page 30 of His to Break
The door rattles suddenly—a reminder of our precarious situation—and my heart races at the possibility of discovery. Yet instead of fear consuming me, excitement thrums through my veins like wild fire.
Kara stirs slightly beside me but remains asleep—a goddess wrapped in shadows—and I stop myself from being drawn toward her essence even further.
“Kara,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from too many nights spent wrestling with shadows. She stirs, blinking up at me, those amber eyes brightening like flames igniting in the dark.
“I’ve been fighting it,” I admit, my gaze locking onto hers. The intensity of my feelings floods through me like a tidal wave. “But I know now. I was born to serve you. To protect you. To stand by your side—forever.”
Her eyes soften, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her fierce exterior as she sits up, her hand resting on my cheek. “Azrael…” she begins, but I can’t let her finish.
I pull her close, feeling her warm body as our foreheads touch. “I want to be yours. Completely.” The words tumble out, heavy and earnest. “I’ll be your knight. Your protector. Your slave if you wish it.” My voice trembles under the weight of what I’m offering, a truth that unravels centuries of pride and arrogance within me. “I’ll die for you if that’s what it takes.”
A silence hangs between us—a charged moment where everything shifts and crystallizes into clarity. Her eyes shimmer like molten gold, and without another word, she leans in and kisses me.
This kiss is different—not the ravenous hunger that had once consumed us but a tenderness born of understanding and acceptance. It’s soft yet electric, igniting a fire deep within me that pushes aside the shadows of my past life as a demon prince.
In that moment, something changes irrevocably; I feel shackles dissolve that had nothing to do with chains or magic binding me to the dark elves’ will. Instead, it’s an awakening—an embrace of this newfound purpose alongside her.
The kiss deepens as Kara pulls away just enough to gaze into my eyes again, searching for something unspoken between us.
“Azrael,” she murmurs softly, “you don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I interrupt gently, brushing my thumb across her cheek—a simple gesture imbued with meaning. “You’ve awakened something in me that I never knew existed.”
She hesitates but doesn’t pull away; instead, she threads her fingers through my hair and tilts her head slightly as if contemplating the weight of my declaration.
“I can feel it too,” she admits quietly, vulnerability slipping into her voice like honeyed darkness.
As we sit there wrapped in each other’s presence—the cold stone walls fading away—I see the flicker of power in her eyes grow brighter. This isn’t just about strength; it’s about trust—the intertwining fates of two beings who defy their very natures together.
The fear gnawing at the edges of my mind slips away as determination takes its place. With Kara beside me—fierce and radiant—I am not simply bound by duty anymore; I am free to carve our path forward against all odds.
“We’ll take down the dark elves together,” I vow quietly against her lips before pulling back slightly to look into those fierce eyes filled with so much promise. “I swear it.”
Kara nods resolutely; a silent agreement formed between us—two souls united against an oppressive fate that had tried so hard to keep us apart.
“Together,” she breathes softly before pulling me back into another kiss.
25
KARA
Everywhere is chaos as I stride forward, my presence commanding. Dark elves and humans alike scatter in the wake of my power. The thrill of it sends a shiver through me; I’ve never felt so alive. With a flick of my wrist, I raise my hand, and the dark elf soldiers freeze in their tracks, their eyes glazing over like glassy marbles.
“You’re mine now,” I say, my voice dripping with the hypnotic pull of my incubus powers. Each word resonates through the air, wrapping around them like a silken thread. One by one, they drop to their knees, surrendering their wills to me.
I revel in the sight—the dark elves, once so confident and cruel, reduced to mere puppets at my command. A surge of power rushes through me as I turn to face the other humans. Behind me, they rise up emboldened by what they see—fists raised, faces fierce with newfound determination.
“Charge!” someone shouts, and the air fills with a roar of defiance. The human slaves rush forward, weapons glinting in the dim light as they take aim at the remaining dark elves. My heart swells; this is more than just survival—this is rebellion.
The tide turns in our favor, and a smile spreads across my face as I watch them fight back against their oppressors. For too long we’ve cowered in fear; now we rise together like a wave crashing against tyranny.
“Fight for your freedom!” I call out to them, urging them on with every ounce of strength I possess. My voice slices through the din like a knife; it ignites something primal within them.
And deep down, I know exactly what I want: to claim not just victory but dominion over those who thought themselves untouchable. They will bow before me—before us—and acknowledge our power.
A dark elf lunges toward me, rage twisting his features. But he’s too late; with a mere thought, he stumbles forward into submission. “Kneel,” I command softly but firmly.
His body obeys instinctively as he collapses before me. Satisfaction swells within—a delicious hunger that mingles with the power thrumming in my veins.
