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It would be so easy. All I had to do was tense my fingers a little more, crushing his dick in my hand. I could make those eyes open so fast. I could force him to let go. And if the wax hit his dick...
"Stop!" he gasped.
Immediately, my hand straightened, turning the candle upright again. "You sure?" I asked.
"Not my kink," he panted, pausing to suck at the air for a moment. "Shit, that's hot."
I could feel Wraythe. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was ready to move. Pale wax pooled against Peyron's skin. I knew that pain. It was what had made me. It was more than expected, and yet assumed to be so little. It was just enough to blur the lines, but Pey wasn't that type of man. He could take it, but he didn't want to - and that wasn't the same thing.
In the back of my mind, I had this urge to do it again, to see what would happen if I went too far, but Pey's eyes were open and hanging on me. His hands were still on the headboard. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he was asking me to stop. The power was still mine. Not the monster's, butmine, and I would not let it win.
So I blew out the flame and leaned over him. The moment the candle was on the table, I kissed him, feeling the still-soft wax pressing into my body as I crushed myself against him. My hips shifted between his legs, but my mouth didn't stop. I was still in charge. I'd just found the line, and I wouldn't let it go, not even as that dark desire tried to demand even more.
Tilting my hips, I angled myself up with his ass and lifted my lips from his. "I need this."
"I want this," he assured me.
So I pushed in slowly. "You don't understand," I whispered. "I need to lose myself in you. I need to find me."
His arm moved around my back, proving he was no longer obeying my orders. Then his other hand found my butt cheek. "Harder."
In one thrust, I buried myself in his ass. Pey's back arched, and he grunted in surprise, but he took it. Then his other hand landed on my other butt cheek, and he pulled a little more. I rocked back, then pumped into him again, just as hard. The bed creaked with the abuse, but he wasn't trying to push me off. The third time I thrust into him, my mouth found his.
And we moved. For each push of my body, his pulled. I felt his dick slide against my belly, crushed between our bodies. His ass was hot and tight, and I knew he'd pay for this tomorrow, but I also didn't care. I wanted to conquer all of him, to make him bend just enough to prove I was stronger, and yet he wasn't giving beneath me.
For each move I made, Pey matched me. Our kisses were wild and delirious. His teeth caught my lip. I sucked at his tongue, and we fucked. I felt when his hand moved from my back to the side of my face. At some point, I shifted my arm so I could brace myself while tangling my fingers in his hair.
Nothing else mattered. He felt so good around me. Peyron was that amazing mix of hard and soft, finding some balance that I longed to understand, and the darkness gave before it. He'd said to stop, and I'd stopped. He wanted passion, and I could give it, but this wasn't an act. It was just me and him, making the world pause for a moment as we let ourselves feel good.
I began to thrust a little faster. Letting go of my ass, he reached between us to wrap his fist around his own dick, and I liked that. Tilting my face, I bit his neck and felt my dick swelling, the intensity growing faster than I'd expected, but I refused to give in. I wanted to feel him gripping me as he lost control. I needed to hear what this man sounded like as he found his release. I wanted to be his for just a moment, so I could tell Nari all about this.
"Gods..." he whimpered, his rhythm faltering, and I knew he was close.
"Do not fight me," I demanded, rocking my hips with the next thrust so I pressed against his prostate. "Let me have you, Pey."
His breath hitched and his eyes jumped open to find mine right there, waiting, and all I saw was trust. For that split second, I remembered the foolish crush I had on this man. I could feel the excitement of what we were doing. The poison in my mind was forgotten completely, and then he cried out, his body tensing beneath me.
I felt his cum against my chest, the hot spurts of it caught between our bodies. Another pump into his body, and his ass was gripping me so tightly, begging me to join him, but not yet. I wanted to give this man as much as he'd given me. Pressing my brow to his, I managed to drive myself into him one more time, and then I couldn't stop myself. My dick was pulsing, the pleasure was overwhelming, but I tried to thrust one more time and just couldn't.
The moan that fell from my lips was deep and raw. The feel of his hand against my face was like a tether, holding my eyes to his, and I gave in. Euphoria was the only way to describe it. Pure, raw bliss wracked my body, taking over, and I was at its mercy. But when it passed, I had to breathe again, and that was when I realized that I'd never even closed my eyes. I was still looking right at him.
"I didn't lose you," he breathed, pulling me down so I could press my face against his neck. "I got you, Ela. Just like you've got me."
Easing myself from his body, I rolled beside him, turning Pey's body so I didn't have to let him go. For just a moment, I held him, letting him hold me back just as hard. I was breathing too fast, but that was ok. My mind was spinning, though, and I hadn't expected that.
Because I hadn't struggled. I hadn't come too close to losing control. I hadn't wanted to hurt him for no reason, and loving him felt nothing like the rage I had with my trinkets. When I had embraced myself over the holidays, I'd finally taken ownership of my own darkness, and it felt so fucking good.
When I finally caught my breath, all I could think to say was, "I tamed it."
"I know," he promised. "I also know this bed is big enough for three. Close your eyes, cruel one. Enjoy it. I have a feeling this was harder than you'd ever admit, and I get it. I also won't leave Wraythe alone. I got you, Ela."
Chapter 25
Nariana
Ela and Wraythe ended up spending the night with Peyron. In all honesty, I didn't expect anything else, but Ela hadn't been sure. Still, when he wasn't back the next morning before class, I started to get a little worried. Talin hovered just a bit more, but eventually we couldn't wait any longer. The pair of us headed to our first class alone.
I halfway hoped that we would find him and Wraythe waiting in our usual seats, but that wasn't the case. Instead, Saval stood to start class and I still had two empty chairs beside me. A moment later, the door opened and the pair hurried in. Ela was still wearing the same clothes as he'd left in last night, and Wraythe had both of their coats draped over his arms.
