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??Blood and Revelation

Dorian

The vision of the Watchers faded like smoke into shadow, but the weight of it lingered, etched into our bones, our breath, our blood.

She was shaking, lips parted, eyes wild and glassy. I reached for her, not to comfort, but because I needed her. Because in the silence after the darkness, the only thing anchoring me was her.

The world was a blur of desire, of heat, of wanting, each breath a desperate plea, each touch a call that neither of us could deny.

My body was on fire as she lay beneath me, her skin soft against mine, her chest rising and falling with every jagged breath. The air between us crackled with a raw, undeniable energy.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails dug into the flesh, as if she’s trying to pull me closer, if that’s even possible.

I kissed her with everything I had.

Everything I was .

The taste of her lips, the heat of her skin, the way her body trembled beneath mine, it’s all consuming. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching, her pulse quickening, and I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to.

She’s trembling with desire, with fear, with something darker I couldn’t name.

Her breath came faster, her hands tracing the muscles of my back, as if she was memorizing every line of me.

I needed her.

I needed her to feel what I was feeling, needed her to understand just how deep this went.

And then, with one hard thrust, I tppk her, and the world shifted.

Time stopped, and there’s nothing but us, nothing but the way our bodies moved in sync, the way her breath became mine.

The fire in her eyes mirrored the fire in me, and I could feel it, the connection between us, deeper than anything I’d ever known.

This wasn’t just lust.

This was something primal.

Something that pulled at the core of both of us, something we’d been running from but couldn’t escape.

Her body tensed, her eyes fluttering closed as the waves of pleasure begin to crash over us, and I growled against her throat, feeling her pulse beneath my teeth.

I pulled her closer, deeper, the rhythm of our bodies desperate, wild, and untamed.

She’s breathing heavily now, her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on as if she couldn’t get enough.

And she couldn’t.

Neither could I.

She cried out, her body convulsing beneath me as the pleasure consumed her, and I could feel it, the warmth of her blood, the quickened beat of her heart, everything that’s her coursing through me.

I wouldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

The feeling of her, the way she responded to me, the way her body belonged to me, it was perfect, in a way that’s both terrifying and beautiful.

And when I finally reached the peak, when we both came crashing down together, I held her close, savoring every moment of the aftermath.

I collapsed next to her, my chest heaving, my body still thrumming with the intensity of it all.

She’s quiet, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, and I knew she’s feeling the same way I was, caught between pleasure and something more.