Page 12 of Bound By Destiny

He gulps again. His breath is shaky, his pupils grow until they’re as irresistibly attractive as a pair of black holes. His brows twitch, still frowning but less fierce.

My own lips part in anticipation, though even I’m not sure what I’m expecting. My pulse quickens, and my heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.

“You better not try anything as reckless when I’m around,” he finally growls, before pulling away.

But why do I reach out to him? Why do I pull him even closer than moments ago, until his copper strands tickle my skin?

“Or else?”

Dane’s slate eyes drop to my lips.

“Don’t,” he warns huskily. “This counts as reckless.”

Neither one of us has said it out loud, but I know exactly what he’s talking about. Acting upon these impulses that draw me inexorably towards this man would be devastating for me. For years I’ve kept myself in check and became prudent to the point of being dull. I’m certain Caleb would say no less.

One look at Dane though, and I’m ready to throw caution to the wind. Dive into these wild, uncontrollable sensations.

At this point it’s no longer a matter of whatIwant, of what my mind has decided. As if I were a spectator to my own body, I watch my hand wrap around his nape, tug him down until we meet. A strange fire burns in my chest, possessing me until I can barely think straight.

“I can’t help myself,” I murmur in defeat, before pressing my lips to his.

Dane

My fingers wrap around her shoulders so I can throw this hellion of a woman lightyears away from me, but instead I nudge closer. The instant our lips join, it’s like something inside me snaps. She tastes incredible, saturates my every sense, has me craving for more.

What am I doing?

I clench my fists, a bitter sense of failure rushing through me, almost as potent as the red-hot lust that makes my cock harden instantly.I shouldn’t be kissing her. I shouldn’t be enjoying it.Butenjoyingis light years away from aptly describing this exhilarating, crushing sensation – pure Heaven, that’s what Destiny feels like.

As if we were molded to fit down to the smallest detail, as if the stars aligned to make the utter perfection with which we explore each other possible. Even her frantic pulse is attuned to mine, the downbeat to the fervent cadence of my heart.

Our kiss is not gentle. Breaking every promise I made to myself in the past four hundred years, I probe at the barrier of her lips, aggressively begging for entrance. Destiny grants my wish, but she’s by no means passive: the moment I’m inside her, she conquers me with her tongue, submitting me to her heady rhythm.

My hands explore her body of their own accord. When they brush over sizzling bare skin, the electrifying zip that shoots through me is almost painful. I wince, as I worry I’ll forever carry the mark of buttons on my shaft. But the hint of pain is enough for me to pull back and try to put an end to this disaster.

That’s when I notice Destiny is half-naked. My eyes zero in on a sensible bra, full to the brim with a pair of heavy breasts. The sight nearly causes me to shoot my release. Tearing my gaze away from her cleavage, heaving and dewy, is nearly impossible. Somehow I manage.

“Put your clothes back on!” I bark at her.

Destiny frowns, violet beams sending me daggers. “Maybe you should give them back to me first!”

And to my utter consternation, I realize I’m clutching the evidence of my crime. The fabric of her top is crumpled in my hand, tattered and torn. I can’t even remember how it got there.

A shiver runs down my spine.This is it.I know exactly what’s happening, why I’m overcome with this devastating desire that goes against my own will. It’s all I hoped for when I was nineteen and in love, all I fought against since I lost Isobel.

“Take this,” I growl as I unbutton my shirt and dutifully avoid looking down. Because I know if I catch another glimpse of those insanely tempting breasts, our fate is sealed.

“What are you doing?!” Destiny hisses. “Get dressed. Now.”

Indignation sparkles in those lavender irises, yet in a heartbeat she’s all over me. Those tantalizing lips follow the planes of my chest, her warm tongue darts across my skin. I buck at the sheer ecstasy of her touch as she finds all the right places, pushes every button even I wasn’t aware I had.

“You…” I want to call her a thousand horrible names for doing this to me. For blaspheming all I vowed to hold sacred for eternity.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she whispers against my skin. “I didn’t want to…”

The anger that laced her voice until now is gone, suddenly jittery and weak. It occurs to me that Destiny is just as helpless as I am to these impulses, perhaps even more so as a new phoenix. For all the raw desire that she awakens within me, her panic melts away some of my resentment.

“Me neither,” I murmur, more softly than I anticipated.

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