Page 92 of Unravelled
Mira dropped to her knees, eyes locked on his, and pushed him onto his back.Her hands skimmed his chest as she climbed over him,her thighs sliding over his hips as she straddled him.
The shift in control was immediate, intentional. Something in Mira craved the feel of him beneath her.Wanted to guide him, to savor him, to own him for this moment.
His eyes widened, just for a blink, before that spark turned molten, dark with restraint and want. It wasn’t fear. It was surrender. Willing. Eager. The Emberbane still pulsed beneath her skin, a warm, electric current that sang through her blood, but it wasn’t clouding her. It was clarifying. Amplifying what She already felt.Ren's hands gripped her hips, steadying but not guiding, his body taut beneath her, his restraint visible in every corded muscle and ragged breath. But he didn’t take control back. He waited. Let her lead.
“Mira,” His voice was rough, pleading. “You don’t have to.”
She smirked, shifting lower, her hands dragging over his chest, nails scraping lightly along the ridges of muscle. Her lips brushed the center of his stomach before flicking her tongue against his skin, copying what he had done to her. Mira hummed, her fingers toying with the waistband of his trousers, her mouth hovering just above his navel. Her fingers making quick work of the belt at his waist.
Ren's hands flew to her face, his grip rough, demanding she look at him. Lust had swallowed the color of his eyes, his breath uneven, his chest rising and falling with barely leashed restraint.
Mira smiled up at him, "I know what I want Kalren"
She knew exactly what using his full name did to him, how it stripped away the last of his control. That was the point.
"Fuck… Mira." It was a growl now desperate.
Ren’s restraint burned away in a flash and he lost his mind. In a single, fluid motion, Ren moved. He pushed up and hauled her against him with a force that made her gasp. His hands were firm, unrelenting as he lifted her with ease, carrying her across the room. Mira barely had time to react before he tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly against the plush sheets.
He stood at the foot of the bed. Mira saw how he’d pulled himself back from the edge, his posture rigid with restraint, his eyes burning with everything he wasn’t allowing himself to do.
“We shouldn't" he rasped, his voice strained, held together by the thinnest thread.
Mira stepped off the bed with a quiet, deliberate grace, her gaze locked on his. She reached behind her, loosening the laces of her corset with practiced ease.
“I won’t be able to let you go. Not again. And the Emberbane, it’s still…” His words faltered as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Ren’s breath left him in a harsh exhale.
Mira stood there, bare before him, her skin glowing in the dim light, her chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths.In an instant, he was on her, his mouth crashing against hers, hands gripping her waist as he pushed her back onto the bed. His body covered hers, heat radiating from him, his need pressing into her, undeniable, unrelenting.
He pulled back but his grip on her wrists was possessive, pinning them above her head. His jaw clenched tight, his entire body vibrating with raw hunger. Mira arched beneath him, breathless, the ember of her want fanned into a blaze. Every nerve was alive, reaching for him, aching for more.
The feeling of his body against hers wasn’t just pleasure, it felt inevitable, like gravity, like truth. Her pulse thundered as she met his gaze, no fear in her eyes, only desire, sharp and sure. She wanted this, wanted him, with a clarity that outshone the Emberbane’s fire. This wasn’t just craving, it was conviction. Her choice. Every stolen moment, each flirty remark, every undeniable pull had led them here.
With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she reversed their positions, her body sliding over his as she pinned him beneath her.
“Gods, Mira.” he groaned, as he watched her. A growl of approval rumbling deep in his chest.
Slowly and deliberate, she crawled down his body. Her lips trailing heat against his skin. Ren shuddered, his hands twitching at above his head, his body taut with anticipation. She met his gaze, sultry and certain, her smirk curling like smoke.
“Mira” His voice was tight, almost a plea.
Her only answer was removing the final barrier between them. Mira moaned, quiet and breathless, as her eyes roamed over him.Over the unmistakable evidence of the effect she had on him. Ren choked on a breath, his entire body jolting as her tongue dragged along the length of him, slow and teasing.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head pressing back against the pillows.
Mira took her time, teasing, tasting, torturing him as her mouth worked him. Her tongue flicked, curled, dragging over the sensitive tip. She could hear Ren's moans and gasps as she explored him.
She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper. Ren gasped, his hips bucking slightly. Ren’s breath hitched, raw and uneven, and he drove his fist into the sheets. An attempt to ground himself.
“Don’t stop,” he begged against a moan.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through him. His hands flew to her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, guiding her as his breath came in sharp, uneven gasps.
“Yes..” he groaned, his voice a growl, his control slipping. “You feel so fucking good.” Mira moaned against him, taking him deeper, swallowing around him.
His entire body was shaking, his grip in her hair tightening.His muscles tensed, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as he tried to hold on, to prolong. Mira moved her mouth lower, slow and deep, her tongue flicking just over the base.
A raw, wrecked groan tore from his throat as his pleasure surged, his entire body trembling beneath her. She swallowed every last drop, her mouth working him through it, milking him until he was spent, his breath coming in ragged pants. Mira pulled back, wiping the corner of her mouth as she smirked up at him.
