Sweat beaded along his brow and his lips found hers again, but she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to erupt, to ignite in his flames and scorch their world together.
Esmyra brought her lips to his ear, watching as tiny goosebumps formed along his neck. “Fire yields to the flesh of gods,” she whispered.
Draevyn’s head reared back, his eyes flaring as his cock continued to plunge into her. He said nothing, only tilted his head.
Her lips parted as her gaze drifted down between them, to where she watched him slide in and out of her, his length glistening in the low light from her arousal.
“Burn with me, baby,” Esmyra demanded.
Draevyn’s control shattered.
The blaze burst from him in a violent, all-consuming wave. Not just heat but living flame that erupted from his back like wings and curled around their bodies, claiming them both. It licked over her skin with a searing pleasure, sinking into every nerve, every inch of her, until she felt molten from the inside out.
It was overwhelming, feeling like she was being devoured and worshiped all at once. Each thrust drove the flames deeper, binding them together in something far more than flesh and heat. Her nails dug into his shoulders while his mouth found her neck, then her jaw, then her lips again, as if he was insatiable for her.
Every movement felt like they might break the world in two.
But it still wasn’t enough. Esmyra needed more. More of him. More ofeverything.
And then, without warning, he shifted, still buried inside her. The fire followed, curling up his arms and over her back as he carried her, not breaking their rhythm for a single heartbeat.
When he dropped down onto the bed, he sat with her straddling him, still holding her tight against his chest. The flames softened into a steady burn, wrapping them both in an almost unbearable heat.
It was possession and surrender in the same motion, like Draevyn decided he wasn’t letting her go until they were both entirely undone.
Esmyra shifted, her back arching just enough that the press of her breasts brushed against his face. His hands immediately gripped her hips to keep her in place.
Does he think he’s in charge? I don’t think so, lover boy.
She grinned, pressing her palm to his chest and gave a firm push. His body yielded beneath her touch, sinking into the mattress as his fire around her danced higher in answer to the shift—asheanswered toher.
Following him down, she caged him there as her hair spilled over her shoulders and fell like a curtain between them. Those unrelenting, blazing eyes seared into her before claiming his mouth again. Esmyra had to force herself to break the kiss before straightening her spine.Her palms stayed planted on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her hands.
With a roll of her hips, she sat up fully, back arched and chin tilted in command. The firelight burned along her skin as she moved in her own rhythm, her hips rocking as she rode his cock. Her clit rubbed against him with the movement, and she groaned, her release just begging to erupt.
Draevyn shifted, pulling her into his chest as he sat up with her. His hands found the back of her neck, tilting her head gently toward his as he continued to thrust up into her.
His lips hovered before hers for a moment, a soft, electrifying pause, before he whispered against them, “I love you.”
The words landed on her mouth, and she pressed herself to him, tasting the confession as her pleasure finally burst, tearing through her mind, body and soul. Their bodies were molded together, hearts and breaths colliding as they both tumbled over the edge of release. They were shivering, gasping, utterly undone in each other’s arms as he buried his entire length inside her, her pussy tightening around his cock as it spilled into her.
For a moment, neither of them dared move, their breaths mingling as they panted, holding one another.
As the last waves of their passion fell away, the fire that had danced along their flesh gradually simmered, retreating into a slow, warm burn before sizzling out completely. The heat lingered, but their only light now was from the moon as it shone through the window behind them.
Draevyn’s arms curled around her, pulling her close. His forehead and nose buried into the nape of her neck, breathing her in as he remained inside her.
Esmyra became overwhelmed as her body ached with the aftershocks of pleasure, sensitive to the soft press of his arms as he held her tight.
Every touch, every heartbeat against her own, was a reminder that she was his, and that he was hers in return. And their love—this beautiful, reckless,brutallove—was real.
She never knew she could feel this whole, thiscomplete. And yet, in his arms, she did.
In his arms, she was home.
Eventually Draevyn shifted beneath her before carefully placing her on the bed, bringing himself down to lay beside her.
Silence fell as their eyes bore into one another’s.
