Because I knew this could destroy us both. But I didn’t care.
“You were supposed to kill me,” I said against her throat.
“Maybe I still will,” she gasped, as my hand slid under her shirt.
“Then make it slow"
Our clothes vanished in a flurry of desperate hands and gasping breaths, leaving nothing between us but the heat of our skin. The scar glowed between us, binding us in that ancient way our ancestors swore would never return.
But we brought it back.
She looked up at me, pupils blown, mouth swollen from kisses that had scorched us both.
“This isn’t just sex,” she said. “It’s fire.”
“Then burn with me.”
The air crackled with desire, moonlight casting her in a glow that made my chest tighten with yearning. Every move she made was a siren's call, drawing me into the depths of inevitable ruin.
Her eyes bore into mine with a hunger that matched the storm brewing within me. When her fingers traced the mark on my chest, it felt like she was branding her name into my very soul. I seized her hand, holding it against my heart, feeling the burn of our shared scars that connected us in a dance of fate and fire.
"Anger isn't what you feel," I rasped, and she shivered, caught between defiance and desire.
"No," she admitted, her voice a sultry promise. "It's this."
Her lips crashed into mine with a fervor that stole my breath, a collision of need and defiance. Her kiss was a challenge, a dare to keep up with the wild rhythm she set.
Her body was a flame against mine, every touch an electric jolt that sent us spiraling deeper into the abyss of our hunger. I lifted her, pressing her against the cold stone wall, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
"Tell me you want this," I breathed, my voice rough with the intensity of my need.
"I don’t want it," she murmured against my lips, her breath hot and tantalizing. "I crave it."
Her breath caught.
Mine broke. I kissed every inch of her like a prayer I didn’t deserve to speak.
“You’re mine,” I said, voice hoarse. “Not because fate demands it. Because I do.”
“Then take me,” she whispered, nails dragging down my back. “Like I’m the sin you’ll never confess.”
And that was all it took for the last of my restraint to shatter. I moved with a fierce urgency, each movement a declaration of the desire that had been building between us for what felt like lifetimes. She met me with equal fervor, her nails digging into my back as she urged me deeper, faster.
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of moans and whispered names, a furious dance that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Her cries echoed off the stone walls, a song of passion that spurred me on until the world around us dissolved into nothing but the heat of our union.
When the final wave crashed over us, we shattered together, a perfect storm of tangled limbs and shared breath. She clung to me, her heart pounding against mine, and I knew there was no going The room still burned with the scent of magic and want. And I knew then this was no longer about fate.
This was love.
And it was going to ruin us.
Seori
Taeyang’s Warning
The alley was too quiet. Too still. Like a breath held too long before a scream. I knew I shouldn’t have left the safehouse alone, but the silence inside those walls had become louder than anything out here. Rheon hadn’t said much since that night — the one where we burned together and came out different. Bonded.
Marked.
