The Moon's Fangs | 1
37 | arsonist + flame

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

Reks had me up against the wall before I could take my next breath.

His hands slid on either side of my face, thumbs tilting my jaw up as wet, fevered lips captured mine. His claim sparked like a slow burn. Fierce, yet gradual. At total odds with the racing of our hearts, our breaths. He took time to memorize the lucrative sensation of my lips against his, like a map he needed to study in depth. To imprint on our memory.

Then his controlled pace took a dive. His mouth parted mine, opening myself up to his tongue’s eager exploration.

His decadent taste mingled with the peachy flavor of cascading water. It rang a gasp from me as the heat of his tongue filled my mouth, eliciting sinful pleasure to burn every inch of my body, my pulse turning heady between my thighs.

Reks’ chest rumbled in assent, pressing harder into me as our pace of breathless kissing quickened, each deeper than the last.

He was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The boys I kissed in the past never shook me to my core, never lit a bright fire inside me like Reks did. They never made me crave like this. With him, everything heightened.

My back went flush against the shower wall as he pushed my body higher, sliding me up to his height. His hands gripped my thighs with a hungry order, and my body obeyed. I hiked my legs up around his waist, relishing the hardness of him pressing against my pulsing heat. I locked my ankles behind him and squeezed him closer, snagging his bottom lip between mine. His breath halted as his lip slowly slid away from my bite.

“Fates, Amelia…” a chill feathered down his body, making my breath hitched. His hand curved around my ass while I tugged his shirt up and over his head, breaking the kiss just long enough for him to shrug the saturated material off.

The tear of my shirt and the consecutive sound of buttons popping off filled the space between us as he tore through the front of it in one sharp movement. Buttons skittered to the floor. My face flamed red, a mixture of embarrassment from being exposed to him and my staggering need for more. So, so much more. The shirt fell from my shoulders, bundling up at the crooks of my elbows.

Reks’ eyes swirled with an intensity so black and deep, like a bottomless galaxy. His breathing took a pause as he took a moment to look at me, drink in this sight of me. The blue of my gemmed necklace glittered across his rapt gaze like a lone comet in the night as he tracked the freckles spread out across the flat of my stomach, around my ribs, and the handful speckled between my breasts.

“The Earth’s sun braved kissing you in the most intriguing places.” he mused, antagonizing me with his deliberately slow fingers tracing the freckles scattered across the upper part of my ribcage, delicately skimming the lower curve of my breast.

“You think so?” I breathed, finding it exceptionally hard to focus on words. “I think freckles are the sun’s way of creating its own constellations upon those its rays kiss.” My chin dipped as I looked down at my bare torso. I traced a pattern of freckles along the side of my ribs. “I like to think this one is a butterfly wing.”

Reks’ forehead pressed against mine. His breath sent a chill across my skin as his nose traced down the bridge of mine until his lips were a hair shy of another heated kiss. “I’m going to need you to stop saying all the right things to me.”

My heart leaped in my throat. The moment I moved to kiss him, to melt back into his embrace, his bare skin against mine, the wall was suddenly replaced by his arms. One hand swooped under my ass while his other latched onto the back of my neck, molding us together like two flames that burned brighter and hotter the longer they blazed into each other.

I was vaguely aware of the shower’s absence, the change of rooms as he carried me into his bedroom. I tightened my legs around his waist, pushing myself higher on him, reveling in the titillating dance between our fervid lips. I tugged at the back of his hair, the way I knew he liked.

His arm scraped against the doorframe, losing balance as I drug my mouth away from his, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his jaw, down onto the column of his golden neck.

“Amelia…” he rasped through a sharp shudder as goosebumps skittered down his body.

A greedy smile painted my lips at the idea Reks Arlen, the badass vitiate, could be affected by me, something I did. The more attention I gave his neck, the more the goosebumps set in across his skin. I added his braid in my next tug and dragged my teeth up, nipping him gently and closing my lips around his earlobe.

The sharp hitch in his breath made my heart thunder hard against my chest.

His tendrils coiled around me in response, as if two hands weren’t enough. One snaked up my bare waist while the other curved around my jaw. Luk pushed my head up from his neck, barely allowing me time to take a breath before Reks’ mouth was on mine, claiming and explosive. It elicited a moan to trip past my lips, turning into a sharp suck of air as Luk secured my wrists together and shot them up over my head while his hands were busy holding my body tight against his.

His hands. Gods. His hands left me dizzy with lust.

“Reks…” my voice fell in both a whisper and a plea.

My stomach dipped as he lowered us onto the bed. The rich silks were cool against my back. Goosebumps trailed up my arms as his tendril kept them pinned above my head, furling into the plush sheets. My body arched against Reks as his tongue slid over the roof of my mouth before catching my bottom lip between his teeth for an agonizing moment before pulling away.

My heart thrummed against my throat as he peered down at me from a dominating vantage point. A fire-born storm raged inside me, and he was at its epicenter. He fought fire with fire.

He dragged his eyes up my body to meet my gaze where he held me prisoner, thoroughly enjoying the degrees tick up in my face as he freed himself of his pants. The v of his lower abdomen lengthened, turning deeper before kicking them off to the floor, exposing all of himself to me. Every single inch of him. A devastatingly sexy man.

“I love how you burn for me, little flame.” He murmured, taking his sweet time in hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and sliding them down bit by bit, stripping me of all clothing.

My veins thrummed at the term of endearment he used. I wasn’t sure of the exact Earth equivalent but had enough understanding it belonged to lovers.

“So says the arsonist-”

The second my pants dropped to the floor, his mouth was on me again and the heat of our skin collided, hard into soft. His kisses were an all-consuming onslaught, gliding down my neck, my collarbone, then sinking down to my breasts. When his lips crowned the peak, my back suddenly arched at the sensation. My body instinctively bowed and tried to curl inward at the inferno he relentlessly built inside me, the sucking of his mouth and the feel of his hands squeezing my curves, leaving nothing untouched.

When we first met, his actions in restraining me had been utterly terrifying. A nightmare. Now… Now it took on a wholly new effect. Oh, how the tables turned.

His hands curled around both sides of my waist, sliding over my hips as his mouth swept down the flat of my stomach. He watched me watch him, and a sinful smile spread across his lips as his hands smoothed over the insides of my thighs.

Suddenly, the room seemed entirely too bright. All too revealing. Yet, seeing him between my legs was a sight I never wanted to forget.

The pulse beating wildly against my eardrums deepened when his mouth caressed the bundle of nerves between my thighs. Bright pleasure pulsated through me in tight breathtaking waves. Each crest and wave-break followed the tempo he conducted.

My back sharply arched, head kicking back as a loud moan escaped my lungs.

His hands gripped the insides of my thighs, holding me in place, persistent in riding my tight waves until they quickened and deepened with each volcanic stroke.

Luk solidified around my wrists, keeping them firmly pinned to the sheets as I squirmed with the rising crescendo of sensations he evoked. My spine arched and my hips rolled as he played my body like a fiddle.

His answering moan vibrated against my most sensitive area, then he lightly nipped, ringing a gasp from me from the sharp, surprising pleasure. “You bit me.”

He chuckled darkly, licking his swollen lips. “A temporary suspension of gratification.”

“No. Why?” I asked between heady breaths.

He prowled up my body, and his skin skimmed against mine on his way up. “Because I’m so fucking greedy. Because I want to fall off that stunning edge with you.” His fingers slicked down my nub, then gently pressed inside. I moaned, pushing into his touch. “Because the way your body responds to me is driving me mad with need.” His other hand curled around the back of my neck.

Then Reks pulled my body on top of his in an upright straddling position. His Guide looped my arms around his neck. “Look at me. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when you shatter around me.” He curled his finger pressed against my entrance, and my eyes watered from the sharp rise of my body heat. The peaks of my breasts brushed against the fine dusting of hair along his chest.

“Reks…” I swallowed down my embarrassment before confessing. “This is technically my first time.”

“Technically?”

“Yes.” I didn’t exactly want to go into detail about an awkward, anticlimactic high school fling.

“Are you hoping I’ll go easy on you, sweet girl?” a wicked smirk kicked up a corner of his lips. “I make no promises.”

His finger slid and he moved to grip my ass instead, influencing my body up and against him.

My heart raged against my chest, drumming loudly against my ears in eager anticipation of what Reks planned to do. “Of course not,” I rasped against his swollen lips and locked eyes with him. His abyssal eyes became smoke-filled orbs, hungry yet wholly absorbed in this. In us.

I understood he had been, and has the ability to still be, a dangerous man. But I didn’t believe for a second he’d take things somewhere I didn’t want to go. He was an assassin with the secret tendencies of a romantic. He had stripped away my barriers and left me vulnerable, opened my eyes, and found his way into my own uncharted feelings.

Reks ignited me.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.” His voice was husky against my mouth. His fingers curled possessively around the back of my neck as he positioned me above his hard length. The tip teased my entrance, already turning slick from my own need.

“I need you, Reks. All of you.”

His wet, swollen lips clasped around my bottom lip as he pressed my weight against his cock. I moaned but resisted his push and held myself steady in that teasing position.

I smiled down at him from my small vantage and tangled my fingers in his hair at the nape. “Say it.” I echoed back to him, holding his lust-filled gaze.

The following curl of his lips promised he was up to no good. “It’s as you said, Amelia. I’m the arsonist. And an arsonist is utterly addicted his flame.”

His following kiss was a delicious invasion. The glide of his tongue influenced my surrender as he suddenly thrust into me. Inside me.

My head kicked back as a scream-turned-moan erupted from my lungs from the bright, wicked curl of sensations he committed.

“Fuck.” He growled, biting my neck as he pressed all the way in.

I pulled the back of his hair as I rocked against him, pressing all of myself into and against all of him. My pulse felt heady and needy all around him. With each thrust, the waves built higher and higher. He found my mouth again, relentless in his pursuit of building the storm, our inexorable fire.

My body began to tremble around him, breaths turned into short rasps. My hands pushed deeper into his hair, and he latched tighter on my neck, my ass - holding us within the wicked tangle of our own volition.

He didn't relent until the volcanic vortex consumed us both in a single, intoxicating inferno, shattering us. And we surrendered to the flame. Surrendered to each other.

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