I want it.
Fuck, I want him.
“I’ll fit,” he says while curling his fingers, beating that glorious place while his shadow breaks through my back wall. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, and my eyes roll back before closing them tight.
Through a whimper, I plead, “I need you inside me, please, Kai.”
I regret it immediately, because hisfuckingshadow thickens, which means he does too.
“I knew having you beg for me would be my undoing.” His words are followed by his fingers retreating from inside me and a pressure beyond what I feel I can take, begins to push into me. Being stretched doesn’t quite cut it, but once the second head is through and fitting into my cunt, I don’t think I’ll ever want less.
Throwing my head back as he pumps into me, I can feel both cocks beating my walls, knocking the breath out of me I can’t keep under control.
Kai’s physically breaking me, quite literally bringing me to tears, but it’s everything I want. He breathes out words I can’t put together, those of affirmation and love. My Amoro coils around even the shadow at my back, feeding deeply from the lifeforce he constantly provides. His gates remain open for me always, an endless well of energy that I can draw from without hesitation.
When my body tenses, he leans in and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, his shadow coming to the opposite side and doing the same. I fall apart,and in that moment, the world goes silent around me. The sensation of weightlessness washes over me, like a fever dream come to life, and I’d gladly die to stay in it.
I hear his muffled calls of his own climax, and suddenly the overwhelming pressure inside me shifts. My back is slammed against the wall as he consumes me completely. One hand grips my waist, holding me close as my legs stay wrapped tightly around him. His other arm braces firmly against the wall, pinning me in place. He lifts his head from my neck, his breath hot against my skin, before pressing his forehead against mine.
He isn’t sweating, but I am, and when he clings to me he lets out a soft chuckle.
The moment his eyes open and meet mine, worry licks across his expression. “Xera?” His tone has turned… somber.
“Hmm?” I breathe out. “What…?”
He draws his hand from the wall to my cheek, brushing away… tears.
“Was that too much?”
As I process my emotions, I realize these aren’t tears of pleasure or pain—they’re tears of sorrow. Even my Amoro feels it, clinging to him desperately, as though he might vanish at any moment. A strange black pit begins to form in my chest, just below my sternum. It grows slowly, its darkness creeping closer to my heart, an ache I can’t ignore.
I shake my head and take a deep, unsteady, breath.
His hand caresses across my forehead and back to my cheek, holding me tenderly.
Nothing good ever lasts…I’ve never felt so fucking good before, and it’s like this feeling has dug into the weakest parts of my mind just to remind me of that fact.
The moment I’m turning my head away to hide this… shame, he grabs my cheeks and keeps me facing him. “Don’t look away from me.”
I release a shaky breath, fighting back the grief that is slowly consuming me.
I need him to last for my eternity, and just the thought of him falling to ash, to never have this again, has me beginning to shake.
“I… I don’t know what’s happening.” It’s the truth; I was so, so happy and he made me feel incredible. I stilldofeel that way. But for some reason, these thoughts are creeping in now, triggering something too deep to control, and I can’t stop the tears from falling.
He’s searching between my eyes, and I’ve seen this look before, it’s the one that’s trying to find what I need in this moment. How is it possible for him to know what that is when I’m just as lost, unsure of what I needmyself?
“This is stupid…” I whisper. “I shouldn’t be crying. You did everything right.”
As I draw in a breath, ready to apologize for something that isn’t even my fault, he gently presses his lips to mine. His hand moves behind my head, anchoring me to him as our kiss deepens, turning passionate and intense.
A brief moment passes before my back is pressed against the bed. “Don’t talk, Xera,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes. “Let it go. Let me take care of you.”
His lips are back on mine, and every part of me shatters under him. I wrap my arms around his head and allow myself to break apart, crying without the fear of judgement.
“That’s it,” he says softly. “I’ve got you.”
I’m not afraid of what I’ll have to do to have this forever, I’m terrified of what I might lose in the process.
