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My legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, as if I can’t get enough of him. And I can’t. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, my pussy clenching around him like a vise. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucks me with a ferocity that borders on violence. It’s raw, it’s primal, it’s fucking perfect.
The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, saturated and heady, like incense offered to the gods of fire and desire. Every slap of skin against skin reverberates through the room like thunder—raw, rhythmic, desperate. The heat is stifling, not just from our bodies but from the bond blazing between us, searing away anything that isn’t this moment, this connection, this claiming.
His breath is hot against my ear as he growls, “You’re mine.” It’s not a question, not a request—it’s a declaration.
He's right; I am. Every inch of me aches for him, for this. I’ve never belonged to anyone—never wanted to. But this bond isn’t about ownership. It’s about surrender. And for the first time in my life, surrender feels like strength. Like choosing to burn, because the fire makes me more than I was before. It’s not just passion—it’s transformation.
His pace quickens, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a speed that has me gasping for air. My orgasm builds, a tight coil of pleasure in my belly that’s ready to snap. I can feel it coming,feel the way my body tightens around him, the way my breath hitches in my throat. And then it hits me like a fiery inferno, my pussy clenching around his cock as I scream his name.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. And when he comes, it’s with a roar that shakes the fucking walls. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his cum as he collapses on top of me, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
We stay like that for what feels like forever, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The world outside doesn’t exist—just this heat, this breath, this us. And as I lie there, his cock still buried deep inside me, I know one thing for sure: this isn’t just sex. It’s fucking fire. And I never want it to end.
When it’s over, I’m draped over his chest, still glowing faintly. My breath comes in soft, shallow pulls as I press my ear to the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, there’s only silence, broken by the whisper of skin against skin. I don’t speak. I don’t move. I just feel.
The bond is complete. Final. Irrevocable.
And it feels... terrifying. Beautiful. Like I’ve stepped off the edge of everything I thought I knew and landed in something deeper, stronger. I’m not just Ember anymore. I’m fire. His fire. And even though that truth settles into my bones like it’s always belonged there, a part of me trembles with the weight of it.
What now? What if this changes everything?
But then his arms wrap tighter around me, and the tremble eases. Not gone. Just... anchored. For now. His hands stroke my back in slow, reverent circles.
I lift my face, and he looks at me like I’m the only thing left in his world.
"You’re mine now," he says. Not a question. A truth.
I nod. Because I feel it, too. The bond pulses between us, alive and thrumming.
Outside, the emergency signal blares—long and sharp.
"The Ignition protocol has been triggered," Kade’s voice calls out. "Malek’s moving. We still have time to purge the upload."
I meet Dax’s eyes. Fire still hums beneath my skin.
"Then let’s go."
CHAPTER 20
DAX
The sheets are still warm when Ember rolls over and groans. “Tell me we have time for coffee.”
I grin. “You want caffeine or the satisfaction of torching Malek’s smug face off?”
She squints up at me from the nest of blankets. “Both. In that order.”
“No time for the first. But the second?”
Her eyes light up, wild and wicked. “That’ll work.”
Outside, the air crackles with heat and tension, thick with the scent of smoke and scorched pine. Distant flames snap and roar, a living wall of fire that eats its way through the far canyons. The sky above is a muted red, sun choked out by ash. The wildfire Malek summoned isn't just burning—it's hunting.
Ember and I step out of the cabin, skin still tingling, breath still uneven from what just passed between us. The heat outside is brutal, but it’s nothing compared to the hum still coursing through my veins—her touch, her fire, still branded on me. We don’t speak. We don’t have to.
Rafe waits near the perimeter, back straight, eyes locked on the canyon rim like he’s daring it to blink. His jaw is set tight, thekind of tension that comes from watching too many people you care about walk into hell with nothing but grit and firepower.
He sees us coming and gives a sharp nod—no words wasted. We’re out of time.
