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"Blaze... please..." The words tumble out, disjointed, laced with an urgency that can't be tamed. His name, a mantra on my lips, becomes the beat to which our bodies move.
"Look at me," he commands, and I do. His eyes are dark oceans, pulling me under. Drowning never felt so sweet.
"Yours," I say, a truth that wraps around us, binding tighter than any promise spoken.
"Always." He claims my mouth again, his kiss a collision of need and possession. I taste salt and sin, a heady mix that sends my senses reeling.
Fingers dig into my hips. Mine claw at his back. We're lost in each other, in the frantic push and pull of limbs. Fabric rips. Buttons fly. There's no room for gentleness—not now.
"Nova," he pants against my neck, marking his path with nips and licks that leave me shivering. "I want?—"
"Everything," I finish for him, because it's what I want too. Everything he has to give. All that I can take.
"Take it," I urge, and he does, with a force that leaves no space for second thoughts. We’re moving together, a dance as old as time yet as fresh as the first drop of rain on parched earth.
"Blaze," I cry out, my voice betraying the storm within me. The one he unleashes, the one that threatens to consume us both.
"Mine," he asserts, every thrust a declaration. "Say it."
"Yours," I concede, spiraling toward a precipice that promises oblivion. And as we reach it, together, the world fades to nothing but the sound of our combined heartbeats, thunderous and unyielding.
"Nova," he breathes, a reverence in the way he holds my gaze, even as we teeter on the edge.
"Blaze," I answer, falling into the abyss with him, where we find solace in the chaos, a harmony crafted from fervor and flame.
His hands, rough and seeking, trace the outline of my spine, sending shivers cascading down my body. "You're so beautiful," Blaze murmurs, the timbre of his voice a low growl that vibrates through me.
Our bodies are locked in a rhythm that feels both primal and perfect, an instinctive choreography that knows no inhibition. The room pulses with our energy, every surface bearing witness to the urgency of our connection.
"Tell me what you need," he demands, each word punctuated by a movement that anchors me further into the now.
"More," is all I can say. It's the drumbeat of my heart, the pulse of my veins. More of him, more of this intoxicating dance of flesh and desire.
I claw at his shoulders, desperate to bring him even closer, if such a thing is possible. His lips crash against mine, a collision that ignites a wildfire within me. Our tongues battle for dominance, a sweet struggle that neither of us wishes to win.
"Nova, look at me," he commands, and I obey. His eyes are stormy seas I'm willing to drown in, depths I want to explore until there's nothing left undiscovered between us.
"Blaze, I—" Words fail me, but my body speaks volumes, arching into him, begging for the culmination of this relentless craving.
"Say it," he insists, his movements becoming more fervent, a testament to his own nearing edge.
"I love you," I gasp, the truth tearing from some unguarded corner of my soul.
"God, I love you too." It's a confession wrapped in a vow, and it sends me spiraling. Our bodies are slick with the evidence of our lust, moving together in a fevered pitch that demands release.
"Blaze!" His name is a prayer on my lips, a plea, and he answers with a another thrust that obliterates every thought.
"Blaze!" I cry out again, my voice breaking on his name as we spiral toward a climax that promises to shatter us both into a million brilliant pieces.
"Nova," he gasps, his hold on me tightening as if he could somehow pull me closer, fuse me to the very core of his being.
The climax crashes over me, a tidal wave of sensation that rips a raw scream from my throat. I’m vaguely aware of Blaze’s own cry echoing mine, our voices intertwining as we cling to each other, riding out the aftershocks.
His mouth descends once more, and as we fall apart together, the world narrows down to the here and now—to the heat and the hunger and the unyielding grip of passion that refuses to let go. There is no space between us, no secrets left unshared—only the rhythmic dance of two souls finally moving as one.
In this moment, we are untamed, unbound by the rules that govern the rest of the world. Here, in the chaos of our union, we find a peace that eludes us elsewhere—a sanctuary built from whispers and moans and the sweet friction of skin on skin.
And as we cross the threshold together, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids, I know that this—this reckless abandon, this fearless surrender—is what it means to be truly alive.
