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And the tattoo showed it. While I didn’t understand it all, I didn’t need to.
“When Hayleen puts on tattoos, she uses a form of empathy, where she pulls things from the person, that guide what the finished image will be. This is what she put for me. Each tattoo was created fromme, from my memory, from my feelings. It was putting right on my skin who I am, even when people refuse to see it.”
I slid my fingers over the image, hating it more than a little because of the way he saw himself. Still, I scooted down then leaned up, until I could press my lips to the center of the tattoo, to where the swirling darkness sat, as if I could clear the hatred that had gone into its creation.
He shuddered before he caught my chin, lifting my gaze to his, trapping me in those deep green eyes. “I don’t know how this will all go, Ava. I’m a realist, and what we’re planning on doing, no one has ever done. I’ve wanted nothing more than to gain power, to secure my safety and survive. The idea that I’m headed to a place that is probably going to kill me is insane, but you know what? If this is my last time I have—” He leaned in to brush his lips against mine. “I don’t think I’ve got any complaints about that.”
I slid my leg up and around his thigh, trying to pull him closer as I deepened the kiss. His words reminded me how little time we might have left, and damn it, I wasn’t about to die without having had Grant like this, fully and all to myself.
He groaned, then brought his hand down my body, teasing my breast, my heated and sensitive skin, before wrapping his hand around his cock. When the blunt head pressed against my wet cunt, I was beyond ready.
It turned out that Grant alone was foreplay, that I’d been desperate for him from the moment I got him alone. Even with the serious talk, even with how sad discussions tended to dry my vagina right up, it only made this moment better, more important.
Grant paused, not as if waiting for permission again but as if savoring that split second before things changed, before he got what he wanted most. When he pressed forward, plunging deep into my pussy, the sparks that rushed through me made me gasp.
He felt perfect—thick and hot and wild. He rested his weight on his left forearm, his other hand grasping my back to hold me to him tighter. He withdrew only an inch or two before delving in again, taking me as deep as he could, his lips to mine. His kiss was all-consuming, breathing me in and keeping me there, with him.
I rolled my hips, straining for the same thing he was—to forget everything else going on, to shove our pasts away, to force our futures to hold off for just a little longer. Grant could do anything, or so it seemed. I didn’t understand his power well, and he constantly showed me that he was capable of far more than I could imagine. This moment held that same magic because of how time seemed to slow, how the world shrank down until it was just the two of us.
We moved together, feeding off each other, off the lust and the need that had brewed from the moment we’d met. Where Hunter usually helped to translate that between us, like a buffer that allowed Grant to use jokes to create distance, nothing could do that now.
And he didn’t seem bothered by it. He took me hard, as if driven to possess me entirely, to prove something with his actions alone. I let myself become lost in the same madness as him. I curled my fingers in, digging my nails into his marked skin, anything to havemore.
He groaned against my lips, and I could swear a current rushed across him, as if electricity danced over his skin. I broke the kiss to look down, to find a blueish-white light covering him, like the sparks inside those orbs I’d seen as a kid. It was sharp, almost painful, but deceptively beautiful—just like him.
He buried his face in my throat, his lips soft but demanding as he traced the curve of my shoulder. “I can’t help it,” he said, as if in apology. “You undo my self-control.”
I went to say I didn’t mind, but when I pulled back just a little, the sparks shifted from him to me, catching the hardened tips of my nipples. The sting shocked me, unlike anything I’d felt before, and my cunt squeezed down around him when the touch nearly threw me headfirst into an orgasm.
Well, fuck.That sure as hell said I didn’t mind it a bit.
He let out a chuckle before shifting his weight up to his arm, putting room between us even as he never lost that punishing rhythm, as his thick cock plunged into me without hesitation. “I swear, you were made for me. Each time I think you’re going to wake up and realize this is a bad idea, you end up just as twisted as I am.”
I could have argued, but was there a point?
Besides, when he lifted the hand not bracing him, when those sparks arced forward as he moved his hand over me without touch, instead teasing me with those powers, I didn’t care to fight him.
It was absolutely sinful what he did with that electricity, the way it made me cry out, how he dragged it across my sensitive breasts, my ribs, my stomach. Each place drove my need higher, drew my body tighter, like some elastic band I was terrified of snapping.
He kept moving that hand down, and when I met his gaze, hesmirked. It was the confidence I knew from him. He might be nervous about me, about how to view himself, but when it came to dealing with his power, he had no doubts in his abilities.
And, while allowing him to get those powers anywhere near my more sensitive parts seemed like one of those horrible choices I couldn’t take back, I didn’t stop him. Webothneeded me to give in, to trust him.
Sure enough, when he dropped his hand lower, when those arcing currents passed between my mound and his hand, then shifted to my clit, the world came to life around me. It hurt in the best possible way, and even without pulling the hood back, without touching my clit, it felt as if his lips were latched on to me, as though he were stroking me directly.
That overwhelming, tightening,I just might die if this keeps goingfeeling consumed me so fast that I stood no chance against the rush of sensation. It swarmed over me like the power across his skin, taking me over, shoving me into an orgasm that felt foundational. It stole my breath, my thoughts and my doubts. It left me hollow and weak, even as he fucked me through it, as he tried to hold off, to make the moment last since we both knew the real world would come back when it was over.
When I came down from the initial wave and caught my breath, I shoved at Grant’s chest. The drag of his cock against my overly sensitive pussy was too much of a good thing. It was like trying to take another bite of cake when I was already beyond stuffed.
He sank into me as deep as possible, taking my thigh in his hand to pin me down, before he shuddered and let out a sound that I knew I’d hear in my dreams. It was full of want, of a satisfaction that came from his core, as if he’d waited forthishis entire life.
Afterward, when his cock stopped twitching, he collapsed forward, sweat coating both of us. The rise and fall of his chest was erratic, as crazy as the sex had been.
A few long moments later—though I still had zero desire to move—he pressed himself up so he could look into my eyes. It turned out that felt far too intimate with him still inside me…
He set his hand on my cheek, then tilted my head so he could offer the sweetest of kisses. Without pulling back, so his lips still brushed mine as he spoke, he whispered, “I don’t care about saving the world for anyone or anything else. It can all burn as far as I’m concerned. You, though? You’re the only thing in it worth saving, and I swear I’ll do whatever it takes for that alone.”
The promise meant something, spoken with a certainty that said he’d put everything into it, that he wouldn’t fail.
And so, even though he’d balk if I said it out loud, I made him a similar promise.
It didn’t matter what we would face, what would happen. I wouldn’t let this damn trip be the end of him, either.
