I run my thumb across one of the bruises and press down, watching as her back rises and falls at the touch. “You want more, Luna?” I ask her, not because I want her permission, but because I want to see how far she’s willing to take this.
She nods her head, her cheek pressed to the mattress but she doesn’t speak.
“Say it,” I demand, as I drop one hand on the center of her back and shove her farther over. I lean back, dropping my gaze lower until I’m staring at her wet pussy.
So fucking wet. She’s practically dripping, and I can’t help but run a single finger through her cunt.
“More,” she begs. “Please, I want more.”
I lean forward again and pull my hand off of her until I’m hovering over her ass. I swing it down, slapping against the already bruised skin she’s donning. Hard, the sound crashes through the room and she flinches at my touch. Her whimper is so much more than pain—it’s her pleasure. And I feel it infecting our bond with her need for more.
I slip my hand into my back pocket and pull out something new we haven’t tried yet. I’m not sure how she’ll take it, but the urge to illicit a little more pain from her screams through my chest. She knows it though, there aren’t any secrets between us because she can read everything so clearly in our bond. I don’t shut that part off from her anymore.
Using one hand, I unbutton my own jeans, shoving them down and releasing my hard cock so that it falls between us. My piercing sits at the head, already shining with that little bead of cum for her. I wrap my fist around the base and slide it through her pussy, dragging the silver piercing along her clit while she arches her back at the touch.
“Elijah,” she moans my name and fuck, I want to slide inside of her already. Fuck her until she’s screaming and I’m throwing her head through our fucking bed.
“Not yet,” I say as I slide my cock along her slit a second time, pushing my head inside of her for just a moment before pulling back out again. “Fuck.”
I use my other hand to flick the lighter I pulled from my jeans. The little flame flashes at the spark and my eyes hone in on the small source of heat. It dances in my hand, tiny wisps of fire that I want to drag across her skin. I want to watch her turn red, see her pull back while her blood screams for more.
Leaning forward over her back, I slide one hand into the back of her hair and yank her head to the side. Her neck is strained and exposed, her mouth fallen open while she tries to breathe through the pain on her scalp. “You said you wanted more,” I whisper as I bring the lighter in front of her face so that she can see it. Her heart rate picks up, her eyes widening at the sight and potential of what we’re about to do.
“Wait, this—” she whimpers. “I’m not sure if—”
“Shut up,” I roll my hips forward and push my cock against her pussy, not slipping inside of her yet, but the distraction is enough to have her eyes rolling back and her ass pressing against me again.
I bring the flame closer, dropping it lower until it’s close to the soft skin of her neck. “Do you feel that, Luna? Is the heat too much or will you take it until it burns you?”
She breathes, focusing to keep her breaths steady while I trail the flame lower. I roll my hips forward again, but this time move inside of her, feeling her pussy tighten and pull with each slow, intentional thrust I give her. “Arms above your fucking head.”
She obeys, and her hands move up while the flame shifts lower, working down the side of her ribs as I pull her top up and away from the lighter. “Closer,” she whispers, and that’s when I know she’s surrendering to this. To the same ache and need that resides in our blood. I can feel it, every bit of our essence flowing together in one seamless wreckage of passion.
I move it nearer to her creamy flesh, staying over her ribs while I pick up the speed on my thrusts. Her skin is flushing red and that’s when I take my cue to move to another section.
Just before I burn her.
“Fuck, I want more,” she cries out while I pull her head back by her hair and her body strains against my own. Taking every fucking inch of my cock while I fuck her. I click the lighter off and toss it to the side, deciding to use our ability as a way to channel the fire instead.
“Work with me,” I demand, pulling my hand back and focusing on the reality surrounding us. Luna merges with my own needs, my desires, and before I even realize it, my hand is engulfed in a larger flame that burns through my flesh. “Shit,” I grind out, absorbing the pain as it works through me as well. But I know this is our simulation, our own morphed reality that’s all too fucking real at times.
Once I’ve steadied my own breaths and focused enough to tame the flame into something a bit milder, I drop my hand over her ribs, refusing to touch her just yet while I continue thrusting inside of her.
“Yes,” she says, her voice strained while I spread my fingers wide across the back of her head. I shove her into the mattress, fucking her pussy while the flames work against her flesh. “Touch me, Elijah. I want to feel it.”
Fuck, this girl. Every time I think we’ve gone far enough, she takes another step. I fucking love it, and I’m already about to come when I finally press my hand against her waist. She flinches, pulling away for a moment but I grip her harder. Holding her in place while my cock slides inside of her.
“You like this, mo dheamon? Fucking while we’re on fire, baby?” I grip her waist tighter and pull her back to meet each of my thrusts, her breaths become unhinged, while she gasps and writhes against me. Her fingers grasp the sheets of our bed while I move my hand to another place on her back. Her skin is lined with marks that singe her flesh, nothing too severe but enough to leave streaks wherever I intend them.
“Yeah,” she replies, but it’s so muffled and strained while I feel her release working inside of her. It’s in her blood, in her moans, in the ways her body is moving so in sync with my own. We’re both edging closer, and while I want to prolong this a bit more, I know we have to get back to the party that’s about to take place in our home.
“Come on, Luna. Let me feel your pussy while you take my fucking cock.” And she does, we’re so close to the edge that when I say the words, she milks my cock while I spill inside of her. She takes everything, and it’s the sight of my cum leaking out of her that really pleases me. Knowing I’m there, even after we leave this room. My blood is in hers, my cum in her pussy, my words in her head.
All of it belongs to me and while I release my hold on her and the flames die out naturally, I pull her back up and against my chest while she catches her breath.
Mo dheamon. My Fated. The girl I once stayed so far from, terrified of what our connection would lead to.
This. This powerful, all-consuming, otherworldly tether. Fuck, I’m so glad I surrendered to our Fated bond when I did.
Chapter Five
Aura
"I'm nervous for some reason," I mutter the words—mostly to myself—while my fingers play along the edge of the velvet strap on my shoulder. My skin feels hot and itchy, and all I want is Ruby's hands on my skin, anywhere. It's not necessarily that I feel safe with her, it's more so the fact I feel connected to her. And that connection keeps me grounded, rooted in confidence and the identity I'm still growing into.