Vera screamed, the sound echoing in the high-vaulted room. It was too much. The physical sensation combined with the magical discharge of their two clashing elements was like being struck by a bolt of violet lightning.
Kassian didn't stop. He was a man possessed, a warlord reclaiming a lost territory. He moved with a brutal, relentless speed, his hips snapping against her with the force of a hammer on an anvil. Every thrust was a declaration of war, a physical reminder that no matter how much she ascended, he was the one who could make her break.
"Look at the door, Vera," he commanded, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble in her ear as he pounded into her. "Look at the locks. You aren't going anywhere. Do you hear me? I'll build a wall around the sun before I let you leave this room."
