Page 5 of His to Break
Her orgasm washes over her in waves, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers as she rides out the pleasure. I watch her, transfixed by the beauty of her release, the way her face contorts with ecstasy, the way her body shakes with the force of it.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips once more. I savor the taste of her—a taste I'm quickly becoming addicted to. She watches me with dazed eyes, her breathing ragged as she comes down from the high.
The dark elves may control me for now, but with Kara by my side, I will find a way to break free from these chains. Together, we will rise. Together, we will claim what has been so cruelly denied us: our freedom.
“There’s something in you,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. “Something powerful.”
I step back, leaving her panting on the floor, my mind racing. She’s not just a human slave; I know that much. The way she responded, the fire in her eyes—there's a depth to her that defies everything I’ve been taught to expect from mortals.
Kara rises slowly, trying to gather herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she meets my gaze. A part of me wants to pull her close again, to lose myself in that intoxicating connection we just shared. But another part urges caution. This world is filled with treachery; I can’t afford to trust easily.
I watch her leave, my eyes narrowing in thought. Desire twists in my gut—not just for her body but for all of her: heart, soul, everything she keeps hidden beneath the surface. It feels like a calling, something deep and primal pulling me toward her.
What is it about this girl? I don’t understand why I crave her so fiercely, but the need gnaws at me like an insatiable hunger. The dark elves may think they’ve captured me, but I sense an escape route forming—one that involves Kara at its center.
5
KARA
Days blur together in the dimness of the chamber. I’m still reeling from the encounter with Azrael, my body responding to him in ways I can’t explain. The memory of his touch lingers, a sweet torment that makes me crave more while also filling me with dread.
When he calls for me again, I hesitate at the threshold. His voice slices through the air, sharp and commanding. “I need you to help me.”
I step inside, confusion knitting my brow. He paces the room like a caged beast, chains clinking softly with each step he takes. “Help you? How?” My voice is small, almost timid, but it’s hard to ignore the tremor of anticipation beneath my fear.
Azrael stops and turns to face me, his intense gaze piercing through me like fire. “There’s magic in you. I can feel it,” he says, his fists clenching at his sides as if holding back a storm.
Magic? The word feels foreign on my tongue. I recoil slightly, doubt creeping into my mind like an unwelcome guest. “I’m only human,” I protest weakly. “If they catch us?—”
“Do you want to stay a slave forever? Or do you want to take your revenge on them?” His growl silences my fears, hitting me like a punch to the gut.
My heart races at the thought of revenge. It’s something I’ve fantasized about during long hours of labor in the mines—a sweet dream drowned by hopelessness and despair. But now? The possibility hangs in the air between us like a charged spark.
“What do you mean?” My voice shakes as I ask, fear wrestling with an unexpected thrill.
“I need you to unlock whatever power lies dormant within you,” he insists, stepping closer until his presence envelops me entirely. The air grows thick with tension, a magnetic pull drawing me nearer despite my instincts telling me to flee.
“But how?” I stammer, fighting against a swell of emotions—curiosity mixed with fear and desire.
Azrael leans down slightly so that we’re eye level; his intensity is suffocating yet strangely comforting. “You must focus your will,” he explains slowly as if unraveling a complex riddle. “Your bloodline holds potential—an incubus heritage waiting to awaken.”
I blink up at him, trying to process his words. “But what if it’s too dangerous? What if it hurts?”
A flicker of frustration crosses his features before he softens slightly, though there’s still that predatory glint in his eyes. “Everything worth having comes at a price.” His gaze pierces mine with an intensity that makes me tremble.
The prospect terrifies me but also ignites something deep within—a spark of defiance I thought long extinguished.
“What if we fail?” My voice barely breaks through the tension between us.
“Failure is not an option,” he says firmly. “I refuse to remain shackled by these dark elves any longer.”
His resolve resonates within me; suddenly, the chains don’t seem as heavy as they did before.
The air in the room feels electric, charged with something primal and intoxicating. Azrael stands before me, his presence overwhelming, and I feel a stirring deep within—a dark energy bubbling to the surface. It whispers promises of power, of revenge, and suddenly survival doesn’t seem like enough anymore.
“Power,” he murmurs, stepping closer, his voice softening like velvet. “I can give you power.”
His words wrap around me, tugging at my core.
