Page 142 of Unravelled
"Mira." His voice was ragged, a warning, a plea, a promise all in one. Ren’s grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her skin making her shiver. "Please do something about it," he growled, his voice half a plea, half a command.
Mira smirked, pressing a teasing kiss to the center of his chest. Her fingers skimming over his ribs, lower, dragging over his skin in slow, maddening strokes.
"Are you begging me, Ren?" He heard the tease, but he felt more than that.
Through the bond, her excitement shimmered like heat. It pulsed beneath her words, bright and undeniable. She liked this, him, brought low and wanting. And Navigators help him, he liked that she liked it.
A low, desperate sound tore from his throat, his hips jerking against hers. "Yes... Navigators, yes."
Mira let her tongue flick over the hollow of his throat before whispering, "Good”
Ren stilled. A sharp inhale. His control hung by a thread, already frayed beyond reason, already unraveling at the edges. His eyes snapped back to hers, dark, demanding, burning.
“Be Patient” the words left her lips, soft, teasing, meant to provoke. She knew exactly what she was doing. Exactly how to drive him to the brink. His breath left him in a sharp exhale, his grip flexing against her.
His voice came low and ragged, "Patience is for men who don’t know what they want."
Faster than she could react, he surged up, catching her mouth in a kiss that was all hunger, all fire, all the aching desperation that had been building between them.
He flipped her beneath him in one swift, fluid motion. Ren braced himself over her, caging her in beneath him. A sharp intake of air that sent another pulse of heat through him. His lips hovered over hers, his own breathing ragged, uneven, his self-control slipping by the second.
He felt the sharp spike of her anticipation through the bond, felt the way her body arched instinctively toward his, felt her satisfaction curl like smoke in her chest. She wanted this. Wanted him undone. Ren growled softly, dragging his mouth over her skin, just a whisper away from touching.
"You like provoking me, don’t you" he murmured, his voice rough, almost dangerous.
A slow, sinful smile curved her lips. "Always...” His control was gone. His hands slid down her thighs, gripping, pulling her leg around him. And when he slowly pushed his cock inside her, it felt like coming home.
A sharp, shattered gasp tore from her lips, her back arching, her body molding to his as if she had been made for him, as if this moment had been fated from the very beginning. The bond flared, a burst of warmth and light erupting between them, sending a deep, shuddering pulse through every fiber of their being. Her nails bit into his skin, leaving marks along his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper, anchoring herself to him like she never intended to let go.
Ren squeezed his eyes shut, a ragged groan breaking from his chest as the intensity of it overwhelmed him. He could finish exactly like this. The way their pleasure coursed through both of them in perfect sync, like echoes of the same flame burning in two bodies.
Her name left him wrecked, raw, reverent. He pumped his hips out slowly. He felt everything. Every brush of her fingertips, every pulse of pleasure as it shot through her veins, as it shot through his.
It was a prayer, a plea, a confession whispered against her throat as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the fluttering pulse point beneath her skin, tasting the heat of her, the salt, the sweet, breathless gasps that only he could pull from her lips.
Her muscles tensed as her emotions surged, calling to him, begging him to move faster, to give in, to let go.
“Ren...” Her breathy moan sent a shudder through him.
He could feel the way her body strained beneath him, the way her thighs tightened around his hips, trying to pull him deeper, closer. It rushed through him like a wave, an unrelenting plea wrapped in fire and longing.
His jaw clenched, slowly shifted his hips back towards her. She arched into him, guiding him deeper, her body opening for him, welcoming him, matching him in every movement, every slow, shuddering breath, every whispered name.
“Ren... faster..” she whispered, her voice frayed at the edges, teasing and wrecked all at once. A slow exhale left him, hot against her skin.
“I know,” he murmured. “if I move any faster…”
A low, ragged groan tore from his throat, the last threads of restraint holding him back, as he tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Say it for me Mira” he rasped.
Her breath hitched, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I want all of you. Right now. Make me yours.” The bond roared with her demand.
Ren surged, capturing her mouth, stealing the breath from her lungs as he took control. He drove into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves through them both. The sharp, dizzying rush of sensation, the overwhelming, unfiltered pleasure as she clung to him.
Their bodies and souls, their bond sealing, tightening, locking them together in ways no force, not even death, could sever.
She gasped his name, breathless, desperate, the sound so sweet, so utterly wrecked, that he nearly lost himself then and there.
Ren groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his pace faltering for half a heartbeat before he let go of the last sliver of control. Their heartbeats pounded in sync and every movement, every desperate, clinging touch. Every ragged moan and pleading sigh sent them both spiraling toward something more, something infinite.
