Page 64 of The Sin Binders Ascent

She hasn’t asked. Not directly.

But shewantsanswers.

And I? I want a taste. Not of her skin,though fuck, that is a temptation wrapped in silk and fire. No. I want something purer. Deeper. The kind of hunger shewon’tspeak out loud. The one she probably won’t admit even to herself.

So I let my eyes close.

And Ipush.

Not much. Just enough. A whisper of want, slips across the cuff like smoke curling under a locked door. It isn’t lust I press into her,that would’ve been too obvious. Too expected. She’d be ready for that. Guarded against it. This is different. Desire, in its truest form, doesn’t beg for flesh. It begs fortruth. Forconnection. For the thing you swore you’d buried so deep it couldn’t find you.

Her magic twitches like a startled animal. And then,there. A flare. Brief. Sharp. Exquisite. It slams into me like a backhand to the ribs. Not love. Not longing.

Belonging.

She wants to be seen. Not worshipped. Not possessed. Not protected by all their fucking suffocating adoration,butunderstood. She doesn’t want to be needed. She wants to bechosen.

My jaw clenches as I swallow the taste of it. Gods. It’sintoxicating. Not sweet. Not pretty. It is jagged and wild and knotted with old grief, but it’shers. And it is real.

She shifts on the bed above me, her breath catching, sharp and instinctive.

She felt it too.

Just a flicker.

Her fingers twitched around the cuff, and I open my eyes slowly, dragging them over her like I’m seeing her for the first time.

“Interesting,” I say, my voice lazy, edged with heat, “You keep telling yourself you hate me. But hate isn’t thatwarm, sweetheart.”

She stiffens. And gods, I want todo it again. Pull more. Tear down every careful wall they’ve built around her with their precious thirty years of devotion. I want to taste what theymissed. What they were too blinded by their sins to see.

But not yet.

She’d feel it. That was enough for tonight.

Desire doesn’t ask. Itundoes. Quietly. Relentlessly. It doesn’t scream for attention like Lust. It whispers in the dark places,under skin, behind ribs, in the hollow just before sleep where your truest cravings unravel you.

That’s what they never understood.

The others,my brothers, my sins,they wielded power like fire and dominion, rage and seduction, all thunder and spectacle. But me? I am erosion. I wear away. One thought at a time. One glance too long. One brush of breath at the nape of a neck when the whole world says don’t.

Idon’ttempt. I unmake.

Luna… Gods, Luna. She’s not built like they are. She doesn’t want to betaken.She’s not a thing to conquer. She’s a storm wearing skin, and they’re all so busy shielding her from the world, they’ve never seen that shewantsto be broken open. Not gently. Not sweetly. Completely.

And that’s what I’ll do. Not through seduction. Not with charm or cheap touches. But by seeing what they won’t. By knowing what she hasn’t admitted.

She aches for choice. For danger. For something no one has told her is allowed. And I will give it to her.

Desire, in its purest form, isn’t about what your body begs for. It’s about what youdenyyourself, day after day, because it would ruin you to want it.

That’s what I feed on. That’s what I am.

Andher? Luna is a feast no one’s touched properly.

I can already feel her starting to come undone. Her resentment for them circling her like guards, never trusting her to breathe without permission. Her longing to justbe, without always being everything they need.

That’s the fault line. That’s where I’ll wedge myself in.

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