Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 91: Don’t stop

Kain Locke

I kissed him.

I didn’t think. I couldn’t.

I just... leaned in and did it.

Because if I waited even a second longer, I would’ve lost the courage. And maybe it was stupid—maybe I was making everything worse—but I couldn’t take it anymore. Not when he looked at me like I was already gone. Not the way he kept pushing, like he thought he didn’t matter.

I held onto his wrist like it was the only thing tethering me to the moment. Like if I let go, I’d sink again.

But when our lips touched, he didn’t move at first.

And for one terrible, suspended second, I thought I’d just ruined everything.

Then Kael breathed in like it hurt—and kissed me back.

Not rough. Not all heat. Just... slow. Careful. Like he didn’t want to scare me off as he pulled me to sit on his lap.

And I think that was what shattered me the most.

Because he always pretends to be this force of nature, reckless, loud, always too much to be taken seriously, even when he sang his likeness like a birdsong, I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. And maybe it was due to all the circumstances surrounding whatever this is between us. But now he was holding me like I was something fragile.

Like I mattered.

I couldn’t help but broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to catch my breath, but I didn’t let go of his wrist as I needed him to know something.

He looked dazed. Eyes glassy. Lips parted like he was trying to understand what just happened.

"I’m not good at this," I admitted, voice hoarse.

I looked down, my heart thudding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

"And... I didn’t come here because I felt sorry for you," I said, needing him to hear it. "I came because I couldn’t stay away."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared at me like I’d flipped his world upside down.

And maybe I had.

Because I was always the one who held back. The one who never said enough to make anything real.

But right now... I couldn’t lie.

"I don’t know what this is, and to be honest, this is all a whole new experience to me.." I murmured, eyes on his chest because looking into his face might break me again. "But it’s not nothing." that I’ve not been sure of until a few seconds ago when he looks at me like that.

Kael reached up slowly, touched my jaw—gentle, like I’d disappear if he wasn’t careful.

"It’s not nothing," he repeated quietly and his mouth was on mine again before I could even process the words—this time, it’s nothing soft or tender.

It was hungry.

Ravenous.

Like he’d been holding back for far too long and the dam had finally broken.

His hands slid into my hair, threading through the strands like he needed to anchor himself to me or he’d lose control. And still, he kissed me like he couldn’t breathe unless I let him.

I didn’t pull away.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, helpless under the weight of it—his need, his fire, the sheer want pouring off him like heat.

He tasted like fire and rain—like everything I’d never let myself want and couldn’t stop craving now that it was here as he kissed down the side of my neck, his breath uneven, his lips hot against my skin. "You don’t know what you do to me," he murmured. "You come in here lookin like that, talking like you don’t know—"

I let out a shaky breath when his teeth grazed the curve of my throat. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch.

"I shouldn’t want you like this," he said, lips brushing the hollow of my neck. "Not when you still don’t know what the hell you want from me."

"I didn’t say I didn’t," I whispered, voice nearly lost in the rush of blood pounding in my ears. After all, I no longer think I could bury myself in my shell.

He stilled.

Just for a second.

Then pulled back enough to look at me—really look at me. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine like he didn’t trust what he’d heard.

"You don’t get it," he said slowly. "If I keep going, I’m not sure I’m going to stop this time."

And maybe I should’ve been scared by that. Maybe I should’ve pulled away, drawn a line, he probably made for me to find a way back to the quiet space between us.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I took his hand and pressed it to my chest—where my heart was thudding, wild and real.

"Then don’t." I said and his breath hitched.

Then he crushed his mouth to mine again—this time dragging me fully into his lap, one arm locked tight around my waist while the other pushed under my chest, palm flat against my skin like he needed proof I was real.

Our bodies collided, as he kissed me like he wanted to memorize every inch. Like I’d vanish if he didn’t mark me with the feel of him.

And I didn’t resist as I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands in his hair, on his chest, anywhere I could reach—drunk on the way he made me feel: wanted, seen, his.

His hands found the hem of my shirt and yanked it upward, fast, impatient, like he couldn’t get to me quick enough. I raised my arms without thinking, breath caught in my throat as he peeled it off and tossed it somewhere behind us. His eyes raked down my chest like he was trying to burn the image into his memory.

"Kain..." His voice was a gravelled whisper, almost reverent, like he couldn’t believe I was still here, still letting him in.

I moved in closer, straddling him fully now, his chest brushing against places I’d never let anyone near before as his hands roamed—hot, greedy—sliding down my back, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of my sweats. I let my forehead rest against his, breath mingling between us, my fingers fisting the bandage around his torso.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, one hand curling around the side of my neck.

"I’m not—"

"You are," he said, gaze locked to mine. "You don’t have to prove anything."

"It’s.. just your wounds."

"Doesn’t hurt." He said, attacking my lips with kisses again, this time his pheromones was already spreading out.

And I kissed him back, tasting him like I’d been starving for years and only now realizing what I’d been denying myself.

Kael groaned low in his throat, like the sound had been ripped from him, and suddenly we were all over each other. He tugged me closer, his hands slipping under the waistband of my pants now, dragging them down my hips with a rough pull. I helped him, kicking them off, shivering as the cool air kissed my skin—then forgetting everything the second he touched me again.

"I’ve dreamed of this," he said, voice rough and unsteady. "You. Like this. Wanting me."

He rolled me gently onto my back, moving over me, his mouth finding my collarbone, my throat, the shell of my ear, worshiping every inch like I was something sacred. I gasped when his hips pressed down, my back arching instinctively, craving more of it, but he pulled back slightly and went

He’s slow yet methodical in his movements, and Jesus Christ, I didn’t realize someone could make taking clothes off me seductive. But the way his eyes trail over me flicks fire and lust across my bare skin, and by the time he’s got me naked and on display before him, I’m consumed in flames.

Then he strips off his own pants, followed by his briefs, revealing his long, thick, gorgeous cock, and I combust into an inferno.

He got on me again and I ran my palms over his chest, the firm lines and soft heat of him beneath my fingers making my pulse stutter.

My hand anchors at the back of his neck, dragging his mouth back to mine. We’re all teeth and tongue as he layers his body over mine across the mattress. With each grinding roll of his pelvis and harsh pants against my lips, I’m driven to the brink of insanity with want that It wasn’t until his fingers circle my rim, then slide inside at the musical sound of my groan that I knew he was already moving further.

But... fuck.. my insides feels filled even just by fingers, he scissor stretched me for a bit before adding the third finger as I clenched down at it, and when he start moving, pulling and tempting my fucked up side that I couldn’t help raising my waist as he slowly fuck me with his fingers, his member now sliding up and down the crack of my opening as he pepper kisses on my nape, my spine, and my ass cheeks, kissing and nibbling, definitely leaving so many of his marks, like he’s claiming me. His pheromones wrapping around me like blanket, doing things to my body.

And when he looks up and stared down at me with those feverishly piercing eyes, his fingers fucking me so fast, so good that I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. "Do it, please." I moaned.

"Do what?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

I clenched my teeth.. he seriously wants me to beg like the last time?

"Say it."

"Just fucking do it please."

"I want the words baby."

"Fuck me. Fucking damnit " I hissed. And he finally smiled.

" As you wish."