?My aura that I had kept carefully hidden in my blood is climbing the walls and I can feel the strength of my magic through my eyes now. Digging my fingertips into the door, I focus just a bit of attention into myself and make sure my magic is still contained.
?Varian’s fingers and lips make it harder to concentrate. There’s no twinge of pain cutting through the pleasure like there is when Darian is helping me so it’s harder to focus. Harder to remember as his fingers keep that slow, steady pace and that fire at my core stays at a simmer. No spike with the promise of coming or fluctuation.
?I try grounding my hips down into his fingers, but he only chuckles and tisks.
?“Your punishment,” he hums, moving his fingers to keep that steady pressure and pace every time I try pushing for more. “For not wearing underwear.”
?“Punish harder then,” I grit. Shifting my ass up to press into his dick and getting a small reprieve from his fingers. Dark little fantasies are coming to life.
?He hisses and the hand at my waist disappears before reappearing around my neck. My mask slipping and falls off to the side. Cool air hits my face though it does nothing to dull that heat roaring inside me and my red devil nips the skin of my neck sending a spike of pleasure directly to my core.
?“Darian says you need to breathe and remember control,” he grunts as I continue rubbing my ass against his hard length. “Close the doors of your magic. Now.”
?I grit my teeth at his pompous fucking demand and snap the doors that opened, shut. “Now make me come, or I’ll go find the angel who always leaves me satisfied.”
?A low blow, but there’s too much strain and heat and control and he does exactly as I want so I don’t care.
?Growling into my ear, he squeezes the sides of my neck as I hear something rip. Then warm, rough fingers shove inside me and my pussy clenches so fucking hard as his fangs trace against my pulse.
?Only Darian’s tongue has been inside me so Varian’s two fingers. . . I can’t even think. So fucking full, so fucking good as I come. Electric pulses cause my core to spasm and I see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but that climax. A rush filling my veins and power like I’ve never felt before heightens every molecule of my being.
?I feel like I’m ascending. A light beaming within as a key finally fits and a door I’ve never felt before unlocks.
?Power, power, power.
?It feels like freedom.
?Like peace.
?Like home.
?It feels like –
?I open my eyes up to stark gold. His hand is loose around my neck with his thumb stroking. His other hand still inside me, and despite my body needing more, everything else does dead.
?My spirit and soul hitches in frozen shock as one of those lines within – red with thin ribbons of transparent black and twining lines of gold – is now tied.
?“Say my name,” he whispers, but it is not fully Varian who whispers it. “I want you to say my full name.”
?What have I done.
?“Mavyllora,” he breathes. “Mavyllora Sanivin Tsukkenai. Say my name, please.”
?Please.
?I don’t think he’s ever said that word before. I can count on one hand how many times he’s asked something that isn’t a demand. He doesn’t beg.
?Say my name.
?He told me before what it means to say a devil or angel’s full name to them.
?“I. . .can’t.”
?The moment that word leaves my mouth I regret it.
?Not because my soul dulls with an ache or because that string between us – our fate – vibrates with a pain of absolute emotional hurt, but because I watch my fated’s true form wince.
?Varian’s true form – Varian Zhaeryn Asier – slowly recoils like a kicked puppy because to not say the full name of your true formed fated is a rejection.
