Page 127 of Fated
My breathing became ragged, teetering on the brink of panic.
“Areya, look at me and breathe,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
Doing as he asked, my gaze locked with his. The intensity of his emerald-green eyes calmed the storm within me. The restlessness dulled, and I focused solely on him, the acheeasing enough to bring me back to the present. He pressed against my entrance, slow and deliberate, allowing my body to adjust, stretching to accommodate him. His movements were measured, each shift filled with care, but his eyes never left mine—intense, unrelenting, and impossibly full of emotion.
With one smooth, deliberate thrust, he was fully inside me. I inhaled sharply at the sudden, overwhelming fullness, the initial sting melting into a flood of relief so profound it stole my breath. The restless ache that had consumed me moments before vanished, replaced by something deeper—something warm, consuming, and impossibly perfect.
Ash’s eyes roamed over my face, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender. Our lips moved in perfect sync, our bodies following suit, finding a rhythm that felt as though it had been carved into our souls.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing to my ear, his breath hot and unsteady against my skin. “You feel so perfect,” he groaned, his voice low and rough, vibrating through me.
His words, raw and unrestrained, sent a shiver racing down my spine. Instinctively, my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, and the reaction dragged a guttural moan from his lips. The sound was primal, filled with unrelenting desire, and it sent a cascade of butterflies through my stomach, igniting a fire I couldn’t contain.
His mouth found mine again, the kiss deeper this time, hungrier, filled with an urgency that mirrored the rhythm of his hips moving against me. My fingers dug into his arms, nails biting into his skin as I struggled to steady myself against the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Ash.” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to find words. “You’re everything.”
He pulled back just enough for his lips to brush against my ear. “You undo me, Areya.” he breathed, his warm breath sending sparks across my skin. “Every time I touch you, every sound you make, I feel like I’m losing myself—and I don’t care. I want to be lost in you. Completely.”
The unfiltered need in his words stole the air from my lungs, and the way his hips surged forward sent shockwaves of sensation coursing through me. I arched into him, my cries spilling free, every inch of me trembling beneath his relentless gaze.
“Look at me,” he rasped, his emerald eyes locking onto mine, dark and wild. “I’m yours, Areya. Every fucking part of me belongs to you.”
“Ash,” I whimpered, my voice shaking, my need for him burning hotter than ever. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine as his movements became slower, deeper, deliberate. “You’re everything, Areya … my heart, my soul, my entire existence.”
The depth of his words unraveled me completely, and when his mouth claimed mine again, it felt like he was pouring every ounce of himself into me.
As he kissed me, something else stirred deep within—the place where my magic lived. It started as a hum, faint at first, but quickly built into something far more powerful. The golden river of power inside me surged against its barrier, desperate to break free.
“My magic, Ash,” I gasped.
My voice faltered as the sensation intensified, barely able to hold back.
“It’s ok, let go,” he whispered against my lips.
The moment he spoke those words, I released the dam holding my magic.
An overwhelming relief washed over me as streams of light burst from my fingertips, from every part of my body, filling the room with a golden glow. And then I saw it, the bright light pouring from Ash, glowing green like his eyes, blending with my golden streams.
These living rivers of intertwined magic surrounded us, flowing and swirling around us as if possessing a life of their own.
The magic twisted and danced in the air, almost as if it were celebrating the bond we were sealing. As it swirled around us, the energy slowly began to pour back inside, filling me with something far more profound than just magic. It was Ash. A piece of him was filling my soul, merging with my essence.
My eyes watered copiously, not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.
I felt Ash giving himself to me completely, holding nothing back, laying bare his soul before me.
And in return, I surrendered every part of myself to him, our connection deepening in ways I had never imagined. The magic around us continued to dance, shimmering in the air before slowly pouring back inside. Time itself seemed to pause, and in that moment, there was nothing but us—boundless, infinite, and utterly complete.
Ash pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm and unsteady, his voice quaking with emotion as he whispered, “I love you, Areya. More than anything. More than life itself.” His words, heartfelt and filled with love, seeped into my heart. Every syllable wrapped around me, tethering me to him in a bond that felt eternal.
He moved faster, more urgently inside me, his control slipping as the fire between us burned brighter. My lips found his in a desperate, heated kiss, pouring every ounce of my need into him as the pleasure in my core built to an impossible peak. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his touch possessive and grounding.
The dark intensity of his eyes told me he was close too, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each thrust. His lips claimed mine again, hungrier, more passionate than ever, and I lost myself completely in him, in us.
“Ash,” I moaned his name, breaking the kiss as my head tipped back, the overwhelming sensations stealing my breath. My gaze flicked to his, and the burning intensity in his eyes was so overpowering that I instinctively looked away, my cheeks burning.
