Daemond was no longer the man Mahnoor had first met in the lecture hall—reserved, polite, and restrained. In this moment, he was something raw and primal, consumed by an overwhelming need for her, and she had never wanted him more. His control was completely shattered, and what was left was a force of nature that overwhelmed her in the best way.
His hands gripped her with a new, untamed strength, pinning her body beneath him as his lips devoured hers in a fierce, consuming kiss. There was nothing soft or gentle about his movements anymore. He took what he wanted, his touch demanding, and Mahnoor reveled in it. She had him exactly where she needed him, unbridled and entirely hers.
Each kiss, each bite, each movement of his body against hers was rough, but it only fueled the fire between them. His breath came out in ragged gasps, the tension that had built for so long finally exploding in a frenzy of passion. His lips left hers and traveled down her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, but Mahnoor didn't care. She wanted them—marks that proved she was his.
His possessiveness only grew with each second. He moved over her with an almost animalistic fervor, gripping her waist as if afraid she might slip away. His touch was rough, bordering on painful, but Mahnoor relished the way it made her feel—desired, needed, and completely consumed.
"You're mine," he growled against her skin, his voice low and full of raw intensity. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he spoke, the vibration of his words sending shivers through her. "No one else will ever have you like this. No one."
Mahnoor moaned softly in response, arching her body against his, letting herself be entirely overtaken by him. She loved the feeling of him losing control, the way his desperation and need for her translated into every touch, every kiss, every thrust of his body. This was what she had wanted all along—to bring him to the edge and watch him fall, completely consumed by his desire for her.
She could feel the possessiveness radiating off him in waves, each movement growing more aggressive, more urgent. His fingers dug into her skin as he held her tighter, his body pressing down on hers with a force that left her breathless. It was as if he couldn't get close enough, as if he needed to claim every part of her.
Mahnoor's own desire mirrored his. She was completely in tune with him, her body moving with his, matching his intensity with her own. Every rough touch, every bite, every aggressive motion only made her want him more. She moaned his name, her voice shaky with pleasure, her fingers digging into his back as she clung to him, riding the wild wave of passion that consumed them both.
"Daemond," she whispered, her voice breathless and full of need, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on, wanting more—needing more. "Don't stop."
He didn't. If anything, her words only seemed to spur him on, making him more aggressive, more possessive. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her with a hunger that felt like he was trying to consume her whole. His hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, her thighs, pulling her even closer as if he could fuse them together.
"I won't stop," he growled against her lips, his voice rough and primal. "I'll never stop. You're mine, Mahnoor. All mine."
Mahnoor's heart raced at his words, her body trembling beneath him as the intensity of his passion overwhelmed her senses. She had wanted this—wanted to see him lose control completely, and now that he had, there was no turning back. Daemond was unleashed, and the power of his desire consumed them both, leaving her gasping for breath and craving more.
She could feel the raw power of his possessiveness in every movement, every kiss, every touch. His need for her was palpable, and it made her feel alive in a way she had never felt before. She had him exactly where she wanted him—wild, unrestrained, and completely hers.
And as they lost themselves in each other, Mahnoor knew that this moment was a turning point. She had broken through his walls, and there was no going back. He was hers, body and soul, and nothing would ever be the same again.