Page 53 of Of Realms and Chaos

His speech was tainted with lust, but the words still held weight. They still cut deep, the honesty of them sending pain to my chest, leaving my heart aching and sore. I wanted to deny it, to pretend like I did not place redemption over him—over everyone. But did I deserve any of them if I let the world fall apart?

“If I fail to save us all, then how can I live with myself? How can you love me if I am the evil that I seem destined to be?” I asked, my voice cracking.

One of his hands skated across my peaked nipple, the quick touch making my back arch. Still, I watched, his other hand holding my head firmly in place. When he cupped my breast, his raspy moan vibrating against my neck, I thought I might implode from so many warring emotions.

“You do not ever have to be anything other than yourself with me. My love is not contingent on your success. In fact, I would gladly watch the world burn if it meant you were at my side while it did.”

Just as I was about to scold him, to call him a liar and tell him to never say things like that, his hand plummeted. His wicked fingers went past my stomach and immediately between my thighs, finding that sensitive spot with perfect accuracy.

Without thought, I reached up and wrapped my hands behind his neck, the pleasure of his touch leaving me aching for more. He was meticulous, so thorough that I was gasping for breath not long after he began.

“Do you know how often I have touched myself to the image of you? How desperately I crave you? How many times I have come to the memory of my name on your lips? I am sure of few things, Asher. But you, I will always be certain of.”

Those fingers plunged into me then, ripping a cry of ecstasy from my lips. With startling force, I realized just how dangerous we were. Our love was made of both honey and venom, a sickly sweet poison that would kill us long before we were satiated.

In and out his fingers went, curving into me despite the tight fabric. As if he could read my thoughts, Bellamy pulled his hands away, quickly tugging down the dress. It put up a valiant fight, sticking to my now scorching body like it never wished to part from me, but Bellamy succeeded. When it was all the way off, he forced me to step out, then tossed the red garment to the side.

I stood in front of the mirror, wearing only my necklace and my heeled shoes. A growl clawed its way up Bellamy’s throat as he began the tantalizing task of undressing himself. First to go were his shoes and jacket. He put far less care into preserving his clothing, the black shirt making a slight ripping sound when he pulled it over his head. With him faintly to the side of me, I could see the bulge in his trousers, straining in a way that looked almost painful. If he noticed, he did not say, opting to simply tug off the bottoms and his undergarments in one fell swoop.

Then we were both bare to each other, the image reflected back causing butterflies to take flight in my stomach. He was handsome in a way that many would never see, let alone achieve. No painting would ever be able to depict his raw beauty, which stemmed from his heart in the same way those tattoos of his did.

Pale muscled arms wrapped around me, tracing nonchalant circles across my tan skin. When he brushed over my stomach, slowing down at that spot where it jutted out, I felt my nerves rise. No matter how many times he had told me that he loved every curve, I would likely always fear his rejection.

Yet Bellamy did not flinch or stray. Those icy eyes of his seemed to melt while he watched us in the mirror, his erection growing impossibly larger as it pressed into my back. I moaned when his fingertips pinched at one of my peaked nipples, once more teasing me in the best way.

“Touch yourself, Princess,” he whispered into my ear, never ceasing his own movements. Pressing a kiss to the jagged tops, he wrapped one arm more firmly around me, holding my body still from just below my breasts. Then his other hand found my throat, wrapping around it with enough pressure to wrench a gasp from my lips.

Fear did not hold weight in my sex life. Seeking out my pleasure had always been a secret, but it had never been scary. The repercussions, yes. But the act itself? No. I had spent quite a bit of time learning, sampling males from each faction. Once, Nicola and I even had a drunken tryst with a guard. Even my most adventurous moments now seemed tame in comparison to what Bellamy’s imagination conjured, though. Still, I would not balk at this challenge.

With the same tantalizing slowness that he had used, I began sliding my hands down my neck. His breathing sped up as I let my fingers drag across my breasts, the feel of it blowing on my ear lighting every nerve on fire. Or perhaps that was Bellamy himself, the heat of his Fire power warming me from the back.

By the time I reached that throbbing spot between my thighs, both of us were practically panting. Bellamy watched my hand as I started to rub firm circles, but I never took my gaze from him. His eyes were heavy, his head still bent down to rest just above my left ear. That hand around my throat tightened vaguely when I dipped my fingers inside of myself, his deep growl paired with the stretch nearly undoing me.

“Do you like watching me?” I asked him, my voice a husky whisper.

At my words, he groaned, and I could not stop the smirk that lifted one side of my lips. Grabbing onto his hand that wrapped around my waist, I dragged it down, stroking myself with his fingers. His sharp hiss mixed with my moan to create a stunning symphony of lust and need.

“Do you feel how wet I am?” He nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his full lips. Knowing that big head of his was inflating, I gleefully smiled and said, “No one knows how to do it like me, it seems.”

For a moment, he froze, his eyes wide and mouth open. When my words seemed to register fully, his gaze narrowed. Suddenly, my feet were in the air. I let out a heinous screech of surprise as he brought us both to the ground. My knees hit the rug first, and then he pushed me forward, forcing my breasts and arms down. His hands gripped my hips as he placed a knee on either side of my legs.

Every movement was riddled with need, his reflection not allowing him to hide the desperation there. The hunger.

“So, you think you can take care of yourself better than I can?” he asked. I meant to say something sarcastic, but then I felt him tease my entrance with the head of his member, gliding it up and down. “Does that mean you do not need me anymore, Princess?”

As if to really emphasize how truly wonderful he was at pleasing me, Bellamy stopped sliding himself to quickly slap my backside. I moaned letting my forehead hit the floor, breaking the unspoken rule to not look away.

Hands gripped my hair, pulling until my eyes were once more focused on the two of us. “Watch.”

Bellamy’s pale skin practically glowed beside my brown, his freckles and tattoos standing out in stark contrast. My gaze lingered on every rippling muscle, his biceps and abs flexing as he tensed behind me. To spite him, I shoved past his mental walls, extinguishing his black flames before he could think to fortify them.

You could use a tan, demon.

Bellamy shoved inside me, my body eagerly making room for the intrusion. I gasped, the pleasure after being taunted making my head swim. Stupid demon did know how to make every second count.

A hand remained tangled in my hair, the other digging into my hip as he thrusted into me, the relentless pace euphoric. He was not gentle tonight, not when he had a point to prove. And as the sounds of our bodies joining filled the room, my eyes fighting against the euphoria to remain open, I said the one thing my mind could conjure.

“I love you.”

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