Page 45 of Voices in the Stars
I moaned into him, rolling my hips against him. Heat traveled down my body as his hands ran down me. I gasped, pulling away from his lips as I leaned my head back. None of this stopped him. He ran his lips across my jaw, moving down my neck. His fangs grazed my skin, causing me to whimper and press against his cock. My chest got hot as the ember throbbed to life within me.
He didn’t stop, though. His tongue ran across my nipple before he captured it within his mouth. I moaned as his fingers reached the apex of my thighs in the same moment. My eyes squeezed shut at the onslaught of feelings. I pulled on his hair as he slipped a finger inside my pussy, thumb circling my clit. My body felt like it was going to melt as I climbed higher with his thumb continuing. I could hear my moans echo through the little room. A small voice inside me wondered how soundproof this room was. Then I felt his rumbling groaning against my skin, quieting that little voice. My eyes rolled back as a second finger joined the first, crying out as everything shattered around me.
Atlas pulled away from my breast, a smirk on his face as I panted, a sweat breaking out across my brow. I pulled at his horns, tugging up until I could kiss him again. His tongue swiped across my lips, asking for permission I more than happily granted him.
“Please,” I mumbled, rocking my hips against him, wrapping a leg around him to drag my pussy along his throbbing cock.
He groaned, leaning his head back before looking back down at me. “What do you need?” he mumbled.
“You,” I cried out as his cock kept rubbing against my clit. “I need you to fuck me.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled away, staring at me as he slid inside. My head threw back with a long moan as I felt myself stretch around his long length. He laid down on top of me, my arms wrapped around him as he slowly started moving. His knuckles ran down the side of my face, eyes softening as he kept his gaze focused on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before softly pressing his lips to mine.
My answer was cut off with a cry as he moved faster. Each thrust grazed against that wonderful spot that made the world around us melt away. Heat pulsed down my body, centering on where we were connected and where my hands grabbed at his back. Atlas hissed, pulling away from me. His hand grabbed both of mine, raising them above my head, forcing me to grab the wood headboard.
Everything faded away until all I could hear were our moans as he pounded into me. I started climbing again when I smelled the faint scent of something burning. My eyes shot open, looking around. Atlas grabbed my chin, pulling my attention to him even as thin trails of smoke floated around us.
“You focus on me,” he growled. “In this moment, you are mine, and nothing else matters.”
I moaned, nodding at his words as I felt myself come around him. He sped up in his last thrusts before rumbling my name as he pulled out, coating my stomach.
My hands dropped back to the bed as I tried to catch my breath. Atlas laid on top of me, breathing heavily as he traced kisses along my neck. I waited for the regret to set in, but it never came. Not even as I watched him start to get dressed, sliding his pants on before leaving the room.
I took this moment to sit up, turning to look at the headboard behind me. There were two smoldering handprints burned into it. Any remaining doubt that I was the missing witch vanished as I stared at theproof. My hands had a slight pink tinge as they rested palm up in my lap. I clenched my hands, waiting for any pain or anything that gave away that I almost set the bed on fire. There was nothing. Even the ember in my chest was just quietly smoldering away. Taking a couple of breaths, I tried to focus on where it all started, trying to bring it to life.
There was nothing for the longest moment. I felt like an idiot. Sitting here, waiting for something to happen. Atlas had to be wrong. There was some other woman wandering around who held all these powers he was expecting from me.
It seemed like my body was just waiting for the moment to prove me wrong. The second those doubts wandered into my mind, something sparked to life. The ember roared to life; a sudden inferno coursed through my body. A scream ripped through me as my hands caught on fire. I flinched, throwing my hands around as I tried to put them out. The flames traveled up my arms, sparks shooting out from my fingertips. I jerked back as one of the blankets caught on fire, my foot slipped over the edge of the bed as I tried to move away, causing the rest of my body to go falling after it.
I landed with a thump right as the door was thrown open. Atlas came running in, slamming the door shut right before he threw the water he had been carrying onto me with a curse. My arms were doused as I gasped out, the inferno dying out as quickly as it had started. After quickly looking me over, Atlas ran over to the blanket, quickly folding it into itself to smother the tiny flames that had been spreading.
“Are you okay?” he asked, helping me back to my feet.
“Yes?” I answered, unsure as I looked over my arms.
There were no marks. Nothing to give away the fact that I was on fire. I just kept staring at my arms. This shouldn’t have been possible. There was a lot I’d had to accept since realizing I wasn’t caught in some dream, but this had to be the hardest. My brain kept screaming at me that I should be in agony right now. I couldn’t argue with the proof in front of me, though. I was perfectly fine, and certainly the witch Atlas had been talking about earlier.
Nausea and guilt twisted through my stomach. The look on Atlas’ face proved I had ruined what was an amazing night. Yet, the larger part of me was focused on the fact that I had no idea who I was anymore.
Sympathy replaced the look on his face as he led me back onto the bed, using the towel he went and grabbed to help dry me off. I was grateful that he didn’t try to hold me as we laid back down. My mind was racing with too many thoughts to also try and sort out my feelings for him as well. Instead, he just laid next to me, watching over me as I kept looking over my arms. I had a feeling both of us were just waiting for me to be set on fire again.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem likely as the day’s events finally caught up with me. Exhaustion slammed into me worse than it had before. I was helpless to stop the closing of my eyes as I curled into myself. Hands ran through my hair as words I couldn’t quite understand were whispered against the top of my head.
I loved the way he made me feel. The fire that burned in his eyes as he looked at me. Yet, it felt like everything I had known about myself was stripped away until an empty shell was left. Who was I supposed to be if everything I knew was a lie? I wouldn’t have changed what happened tonight—except maybe the fire. I just couldn’t help the dark thoughts that tainted the moment now. How would tonight have gone if we were never ripped away from each other, years ago?
How much pain would it have saved both of us? But then we would have been different versions of ourselves. I stretched out of the ball I had curled into, laying my head on Atlas’ bare chest, listening to his hammered heart. No, this was who we were meant to be, and now we had each other again to fix all the wrong that had been caused.
“Little witch.”
The nickname was sung out to me. I shook my head, trying to ignore the voice as I buried my face in my warm pillow. A pillow that jostled me as a deep laughter echoed in the room around me. Heat traveled along my cheeks as I peeked out of one of my eyes. There was an arm holding me against Atlas while the other was wrapped across him to reach my side, his thumb languidly stroking across my skin. His gaze was soft as he stared down at me. The soft morning light poured through the window that was above us creating a soft glow along his skin.
“Did you know you drool in your sleep?”
I sat up, a blush burning brighter into my cheeks as I was reminded of my nakedness as his gaze slowly traveled down me, slowly lighting the fire within me. Snatching the blanket that was spread out across us, I pulled it until it was covering most of me.
“I do not,” I muttered, looking away as I quickly wiped at the dry corners of my mouth.
