Mahnoor lay beneath Daemond, her pulse racing as she stared up into his intense, grey eyes. His body was tense, his control tightly held together by a fragile thread, and she could feel it. She could sense the battle raging inside him—one part of him wanting to protect her, the other aching to give in to his darkest desires.
But Mahnoor didn't want the restrained version of Daemond. She didn't want his hesitation, his careful touch. She wanted him wild, raw, and completely unleashed. She wanted to be claimed by him in a way no one ever had.
"Stop holding back, Daemond," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, a challenge in her tone. She saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly morphed into something darker as her words sank in.
His grip on her wrists tightened, his breathing becoming more ragged as he hovered over her, visibly torn between his need for control and the beast she was coaxing out of him.
"Let go," she urged again, her voice more forceful now. "I want to see you snap, Daemond. Stop protecting me, stop trying to be careful." She leaned up as much as his weight would allow, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Claim me. Completely. I want to feel you lose control."
Her words were like gasoline to a flame.
Daemond's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and she could feel the shift in his energy—something primal and dangerous awakening inside him. His grip on her wrists became almost bruising, and his breathing grew heavier as if he were fighting an inner battle to contain himself. But Mahnoor could see it—the cracks in his restraint widening, his resolve slipping.
"I don't want to hurt you," he growled, his voice strained, though his body pressed harder against hers, the tension building between them like an approaching storm.
Mahnoor arched beneath him, leaning up to bite his lip playfully, pushing him even further. "Maybe I want you to hurt me, Daemond. Maybe I want all of it—everything you're holding back."
Her words shattered whatever control he had left.
With a low, guttural sound, Daemond's hold on her wrists turned fierce, and he pushed her back into the bed with a force that sent a thrill through her body. His lips crashed into hers, not gently this time, but with a hunger so intense it left her breathless. His kiss was rough, devouring her like a man starved, and Mahnoor could feel the raw desire he had been keeping at bay now flooding to the surface.
She moaned into the kiss, arching her body against his, relishing the way his hands roamed her with reckless abandon. There was no careful hesitation now—just pure, unrestrained passion. He tugged at her clothes, his movements frantic as if he couldn't get enough of her, and Mahnoor reveled in it, giving herself over completely to his wildness.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled against her lips, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her closer, his breath hot and heavy on her skin. "To see me lose control?"
"Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. "All of it."
Daemond's hands moved roughly down her body, claiming every inch of her as his own. He buried his face in her neck, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, and Mahnoor moaned louder, her body trembling beneath him.
"I can't stop now," he warned, his voice dark and dangerous as he pressed her harder into the bed, his lips tracing a burning path down her neck. "I won't stop until you're mine—completely."
"Then don't stop," Mahnoor whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours, Daemond. All yours."
With that, whatever fragile restraint he had left snapped, and Daemond unleashed the full force of his desire on her. His hands, his lips, his body—it all moved with a feral intensity, like a man possessed, and Mahnoor couldn't get enough. Each touch, each kiss, each claim he made on her body sent her spiraling deeper into the pleasure and chaos of their moment.
She had wanted Daemond unrestrained, and now she had him. Wild, dangerous, and completely hers.