'Third Point of view'
The chamber pulsed with ancient power, thick with incense and a magic that tasted like lightning on her tongue.
Ravyn stood in the center of the ritual circle, naked except for the silver cuffs around her wrists. Her raven-black hair flowed like a silk waterfall down her spine. Intricate runes glowed beneath her feet—burning with fire, gold, and something darker. Her lips curled, eyes flicking toward the throne of obsidian.
Sebastian sat there like a god carved from sin. Moonlight bathed his chiseled chest, the obsidian tattoos across his abdomen flickering with heat. He held his sword upright like a scepter, but it wasn't the weapon that terrified—or thrilled—her.
It was him.
"The bond must be sealed before midnight," he said, voice low, primal.
She swallowed hard. "You mean… with sex."
Sebastian stood. The air around him shifted, the temperature rising like wildfire. "You may walk away, Ravyn. But if you do, the spell will break. Your soul will splinter. You'll die—along with the power inside you."
She glared. "So, it's sex or death?"
A smile touched his lips, cruel and beautiful. "Call it survival. Or fate."
He stepped into the circle.
The runes pulsed.
And Ravyn's body answered with a shiver so violent she gasped.
Magic licked at her skin as he approached. Not flames. Not wind. Something living.
"Do you consent?" he whispered, cupping her chin with two fingers. "This is your final chance."
Ravyn's heart pounded against her ribs. She should say no. She should spit in his face and demand freedom. But her thighs trembled, heat coiling in her belly like a hungry serpent. She hated him. And she wanted him.
"Yes," she whispered.
The second the word left her lips, the runes blazed crimson.
Sebastian crushed his mouth to hers.
His kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet.
It was consuming.
She gasped as his tongue slid past her lips, claiming her, drinking her like she was the very elixir to his madness. Her knees buckled. He caught her, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the silk-draped altar at the center of the circle.
There, he laid her down—like a sacrifice.
Like a queen.
"You smell like rebellion," he growled against her throat, his hands mapping her curves like territory long denied.
"You taste like power," she hissed back, biting his lip.
He ripped the silver cuffs from her wrists. The magic binding her to the ritual sizzled into her bloodstream, making her back arch off the altar.
Then his mouth followed.
Down her throat, Across her breasts.
Lower, Lower.
She cried out as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue hot and merciless. His hands roamed, palms rough from war but worshipful in touch. She bucked beneath him, hands tangling in his hair.
"You're burning," she gasped.
"I am fire," he growled. "And tonight, you are mine."
He parted her thighs with a knee, trailing kisses down her navel until he reached the core of her.
Ravyn jerked as his tongue found her—soft, slow, then devastatingly fast. Her moans echoed against the marble walls. Her fingers clawed at the altar. Her soul shattered, piece by piece, as he devoured her like a man starved.
When she came, it was like a storm detonating in her chest. Magic exploded from the runes, rising in silver flames. Sebastian caught her scream in another kiss, grinding his hips against hers until she could feel his hardness, hot and pulsing.
"Still want this, Ravyn?" he asked, voice fraying at the edges.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly.
"You tell me," she purred.
His restraint snapped.
In one motion, he thrust into her—deep, raw, thick. She arched with a cry, her back bowing, eyes wide. He filled her completely, as if he belonged inside her all along.
Their bond sealed.
Magic surged through the air like a hurricane of light.
Sebastian moved, hips rolling with a deadly rhythm. Her moans became a chant. A spell. She matched him thrust for thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Sweat glistened on their bodies. The altar cracked beneath them. The chamber trembled.
Then—his teeth grazed her neck.
And bit.
Blood.
Pain.
Pleasure.
The ritual is completed.
Their bodies convulsed as power swallowed them whole.
He came with a roar. She followed with a sob. And in that moment—something ancient locked between them.
Sebastian didn't pull away. He hovered over her, chest rising, lips brushing her cheek.
"Now you are mine," he whispered. "Body, soul… and womb."
Ravyn's eyes widened.
"What?"
He slid a hand over her abdomen, where a faint gold glow now shimmered beneath her skin.
"I didn't just bind your soul tonight," he murmured. "I seeded you with my heir."
Deadly silence filled the chamber.
Ravyn's breath caught. Her fingers flew to her belly, to the strange warmth pulsing there.
"No… You said nothing about—"
"I told you this was survival," he said coldly. "But for the kingdom to survive, we need an heir."
"You bastard," she whispered.
"You agreed," he replied, stepping back, already dressing. "You sealed your fate. And now, you'll rule beside me—pregnant or not."
He walked out, leaving her bare, shaking, and glowing with power she didn't understand.
But as her fingers brushed her lower abdomen and felt the magic twisting inside her womb, Ravyn realized something far more terrifying:
This was only the beginning.