Page 14 of Bound By Destiny

Despite the ardency of my phoenix’s impulses, I manage to crawl away a bit, just an inch or two. I’ve come to a point where I’m so desperate for Destiny I feel like I may spontaneously combust. So little is known about our kind, I’ve never heard anything to rule out the possibility.

But all of a sudden a fine hand catches mine and I topple back onto the sand, weak as a hatchling. In a blink of an eye Destiny is above me.

“Destiny!!” I grunt, wracked with wonderful bliss and the most harrowing guilt at once. The notion of asking her to stop diminished sooner than I could think it. “Don’t stop,” I whisper the second after. “You feel so amazing on top of me.”

My hands travel tremblingly up her thighs, slick and pleasantly pliant. My heart pounds in my chest. Because my love for her and my happiness at having finally found my mate is overshadowed by a sense of betrayal. It’s a twisted feeling of connection that makes me pull her closer, while my mind cries out, an entirely illogical awareness that Destiny and I are together in this joke fate has played on us. For the first time it feels like I’ve found someone who understands what it means to have fate pull your strings, even if she’s only yet had a taste of the misfortune I went through. How cruel a fortune, to compete against the love of a ghost. That odd protectiveness swells in me again, as I hold onto the very person I wish I had never met.

At first Destiny takes her sweet time, or perhaps it’s only that I’ve lost touch with reality altogether. She pulls me deeper than I would’ve dared, only to take the head of my length a moment later, over and over. My entire being whirls at the unexpectedness of it all, but one thing remains true – Destiny, and the fact that her every movement, each pulsation of her body feels utterly right.

My vision clears enough for me to focus on what’s probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I clench my fists, willing myself to last a little longer despite the waves of ecstasy already threatening to pull me under. Watching Destiny, so nitpicky and standoffish merely days ago, ride me for her own pleasure is the kind of image that will probably haunt my raunchiest dreams forever.

I’ll damn myself for this later, but I buck my hips so I drive harder into her. Hoisting myself up, my tongue darts across her breasts until I take her nipple in my mouth, needy and hard. Destiny cries out. A violent shiver courses through her whole body, and her knees give in.

Slipping my hand through her ebony curls, I gently guide our fall until I’m hovering above her. My lips find the crook of her neck, and I kiss her there. I plunge harder into her tightness. Destiny wraps her hands around my shoulders. Her wings flutter helpless beneath her, as her shaky breath travels delicately over my skin.

As we’re overcome with thrills of pleasure, I sense the end coming for both of us. Tenderly, I wipe away a few raven strands plastered to her dewy skin. I want to see Destiny one last time, like this, thoroughly ravaged by our lovemaking.

Kiss me, I nearly beg as I gaze at those full, trembling lips. I’m at the brink of release, yet an odd melancholy floods my chest. This wild dream will die as quickly as it was born. Only awkwardness will remain between us, perhaps even resentment.

Destiny’s hold loosens around my neck, her fingers begin to quake erratically. The walls of her arousal throb around my cock. She whimpers, and I know I’ll lose her any moment now.

Before it’s too late, before reality and regrets kick in, I plaster my lips to hers.I’ll never kiss her again,I vow to myself. At that moment Destiny tastes more otherworldly than ever, soft and electric at once.

But soon my entire body begins to tingle, and my mind snaps. My head drops against the arch of her neck and I let myself come, soaring in sensual bliss.

It’s only when the sun begins to set that I’m woken by Destiny twisting in my arms, clumsily disengaging herself from me.

Destiny

Six days since I’ve so much as brushed pinkies with Dane.

Yet the last time we touched, this man with the brooding grey eyes lit me on fire. Okay, perhaps not literally, but almost. I swear I saw a few sparks fly by when we…

My cheeks burn as I scrub the dishes harder, willing my mind away from our bout of passion in the arid plains at the foot of the mountains. Yet I can’t prevent the rush of blood surging to my cheeks.

When we made love.

And that’s when a chest enters my vision, sculpted and perfectly glorious.I’ve felt those abs,I recall in a daze as my fists clench at the memory.Traced them with my fingers and tasted them with my lips.

“Ack!”

The scream that escapes my mouth is shortly followed by the clatter of porcelain.

“What happened?!”

Why is it that even when he’s annoyed, the sound of Dane’s voice sends shivers down my spine?

You feel so amazing on top of me.

Ah, yes, that’s why. The feathery feeling of his breath, ricocheting across my hypersensitive skin. And the way he looked at me after he said those words, his silver gaze dark and sultry with desire…

“Let me help you,” he grunts, as my personal space is suddenly invaded with approximately two hundred pounds of insanely attractive male.

“No!” I cry out in a strangely throaty tone. Clearing my throat, I stoop down to pick up the shards. “Honestly, I can do it by my– agh!”

Our arms brush for no more than a fraction of a second, yet a bright electrical spark – and a burning sensation that shoots straight between my thighs – bears testimony to our encounter.

“Christ, Destiny!” Dane hisses, and if the stakes weren’t so high I’d laugh at the sight of such a tall and strapping man cowering away over something so small.

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