Page 92 of Echoes From the Void
“Frankie,” he whispers, my name carrying a weight of meaning I’ve never heard from him before. I look up, meeting his gaze. The moonlight turns his eyes to liquid silver, frost patterns swirling with emotions he usually keeps carefully hidden. For once, I see all of him—his strength, his vulnerability, and something that looks remarkably like love.
His touch is reverent as he traces my cheek, frost leaving cool trails on my skin. Every point of contact sends electricity through our bond, building the power between us. The curse responds, ancient magic recognizing the threat to its hold.
Our bodies press together perfectly, his heartbeat strong and steady against my chest. His mouth claims mine again, the kiss starting gentle but quickly becoming fierce, desperate. The world narrows to just us—the heat of his skin, the press of his fingers, the soft sounds he makes when I rock against him.
His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I respond eagerly, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest, exploring every inch I can reach. His breath hitches as I move lower, following the defined lines of his stomach.
His grip tightens on my hips as I explore, a silent plea for more. I oblige, pressing closer until no space remains between us. Our bodies move together with increasing urgency, guided by instinct and need.
“Frankie,” he breathes, my name almost a prayer. I answer by deepening our kiss, pouring all the unspoken feelings into it. His hands slide up my back, mapping my spine with precise, intentional touches that leave me shivering.
When I pull back slightly to look at him, his cheeks are flushed, eyes dark with intensity. I trace his lower lip with my thumb, feeling his quick breath. He catches my thumb between his teeth, making me gasp.
A knowing smile tugs at his mouth. I lean in close, whispering against his ear, “You’re playing with fire, Dorian.”
“Then let’s burn together,” he rasps, pulling me into another fierce kiss.
And with those words, he leans in, capturing my lips in a tender, lingering kiss, the rest of the world softly blurring around us. His words kindle a gentle, sweet yearning within me. I weave my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as ourkiss deepens, becoming a gentle dance, a harmonious blend of affection and warmth. His hands glide down my body, resting on my hips, drawing me closer to him. I oblige, a soft sigh escaping my lips as waves of contentment wash over me.
Dorian pauses, his breath soft as he trails delicate kisses down my throat, lingering on the sensitive spots that make me quiver. I tilt my head back, eyes fluttering closed, completely giving in to the sensation. His hands move up, lightly tracing the line of my waist, the curve of my breasts, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I can feel his heart beating steadily against me, matching the peaceful rhythm of my own.
“Frankie,” he murmurs softly against my skin, his voice like velvet, gentle yet stirring something deep within me. “You make me lose myself.” His words are a tender caress, sending waves of warmth through my body. I smile, opening my eyes to meet his gaze, soft and affectionate, promising a night of tender connection.
“I feel the same way,” I reply softly, my voice intertwined with affection. My hands reach for the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head, revealing the smooth, sculpted lines of his chest. He helps me, his movements graceful and unhurried. I set the shirt aside, taking a moment to appreciate the quiet strength before me, the peaceful rhythm of his breath, the faint trail of hair that hints at the intimacy to come.
He reaches for me, his hands gently finding the edge of my shirt, mirroring my movements. I lift my arms, allowing him to slide it off, leaving me in just my lace bra. His eyes linger over me, the look of sincere admiration and affection making me feel both cherished and beautiful, like a treasure in his eyes.
Slowly, I lean in to kiss him again, our bare skin meeting, sparking a warmth that spreads through us. The sensation is tender and spellbinding, gently magnifying every movement, every touch. His hands find the clasp of my bra, undoing itwith a soft, careful touch. I let it slip off, pressing my body gently against his, feeling the sweet, skin-to-skin connection that warms me to my core.
Dorian’s lips find mine, his kiss now soft yet yearning, a dance of pure affection. I respond gently, our breaths mingling, our bodies swaying in harmony. The room fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other, glowing together in a soft embrace of desire.
His hands explore my back, tracing the lines of my shoulders, the curve of my spine, as if cherishing every inch of me. I can feel the warmth of his touch, the gentle texture of his palms igniting tender shivers down my body. My own hands roam freely, memorizing the firm planes and subtle marks of his torso, each touch feeling like a secret shared, a story told softly, a symphony of gentle sensation.
Dorian shifts, a soft murmur of contentment in his chest as he pulls me even closer, the gentle friction between us sending waves of sweet pleasure through me. I sway against him, my breath catching as his hold on me tightens, his fingers pressing into my flesh with a tender firmness. His mouth moves from mine, trailing soft, lingering kisses down my neck, pausing at my collarbone, igniting a warm, tender trail.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Frankie,” he whispers, his voice gentle and filled with wonder. “Every part of you. I want to cherish every inch, every secret.” His words warm me, and I guide his mouth to my breast, sighing softly as his lips close around the peak, drawing out a soft moan from within me.
His hand tenderly cups my other breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the sensitive tip, stirring a gentle wave of pleasure. I lean into his touch, my head tilting back as a sweet, gentle moan escapes my lips. He showers each breast with tender affection, his mouth and hands awakening a soft, languid desire within me, drawing me into a state of bliss. I can feel agentle, building warmth, a tender tension growing within me, like the first rays of sunlight at dawn.
I reach for his belt, my fingers carefully unfastening the buckle, wanting to feel all of him. He lifts his hips, helping me as I slide his pants down, feeling the firm length of him pressing against me, promising a release like the first soft rain of spring. He kicks them off, and I gently remove the rest of my clothes, wanting to feel all of him against all of me, skin against skin, tenderness against tenderness.
Dorian draws me back onto his lap, his breath soft and shallow as he gazes at me, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and sweet desire. I position myself above him, feeling the warmth of him pressed against my entrance. His hands softly grip my hips, steadying me as I slowly lower myself onto him, like a flower opening to the morning sun.
The intense desire in the air is palpable as our bodies blend into one, a soft gasp of pleasure escaping both our lips at the sheer intensity of it all. My mind is spinning, my heart pounding like a gentle drum as I adjust to the sensation of Dorian’s presence deep inside of me, the connection between us transcending the mere physical.
His eyes, those captivating, tender pools, never leave mine, holding me gently in place as they anchor me in this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. Slowly, I begin to move with him, my hips rising and falling in a rhythm as natural as breathing, as if we were made for this singular purpose: to love each other until we see stars.
The soft sound of skin on skin, the whispered endearments, the gentle breaths and soft moans fuel my desire as I lose myself in the sheer pleasure of Dorian’s body melding with mine. His hands, those strong, confident fingers, grip my hips, guiding my movements as I rise to meet him, thrust for thrust.
The air is rich with the scent of our passion as we move together, our lips meeting in a tender, unending kiss. We breathe in each other’s sighs and whispers, the pressure between us growing, spiraling upward and promising to release us from all restraints.
My heart flutters, each gentle thrust of Dorian’s hips drawing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The world around us disappears, leaving only this intimate dance, the love that fuels our pleasure, the soft words and sweet phrases exchanged between kisses as we ascend together.
But I don’t want this moment to end, not yet, not when I have this wonderful man beneath me, his body a gift to cherish, to love, to explore in every profound way. So, I sway my hips gently, inviting Dorian to join me in this harmonious rhythm, both of us losing ourselves in the pleasure that promises to consume us.
When I finally sink my teeth into his neck, claiming him completely, something ancient and powerful pulses between us. I feel the curse—dark and heavy—resisting for just a moment before it shatters entirely.
The release of power throws us both over the edge. Dorian cries out, his body arching beneath me his burden finally lifts. The force of it rocks through me as well, our shared pleasure amplified by magic and connection.
