Page 92 of Sapphire Scars


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The lack of sight only made our kiss that much richer, that much deeper, that much more terrifying.

Our tongues spoke for us, silently feeding each other our truths.

Our lips made promises, weaving our faults into one.

“This match will not last. The intensity will destroy both of you. You will both burn.”

His every thrust forced me to gyrate and arch over him, riding him harder, faster, rushing toward the finish line that blazed like a comet in the dark.

“You will both burn.”

Too late.

Too late.

I was alight.

Burning.

“You are destined to destroy each other.”

With a moan, I broke our kiss and sat upright.

Henri didn’t let me get far.

Chasing me, catching me, he wrapped his vicious arms around me and did something I never expected.

He hugged me.

Violently, wickedly.

He crushed me with pain and possession and pleasure.

Binding me to him, he found my lips again, and when he kissed me…the world ended.

He licked me. Fucked me. Suffocated me.

He squeezed me to him as if intent on breaking all my ribs with his depraved embrace.

His arms screamed danger. His thrusts delivered bliss. His kiss utterly destroyed me.

I trembled as he invaded my body with dominance and delirium.

And…something happened.

My mind went achingly quiet. All premonitions and warnings blanked out.

Nothing else mattered but us.

Together.

As one.

That strange kind of meditative quality from our last kiss cloaked my mind all over again. Like falling stars. Like breaking dawn. Like the best kind of sleep and dream and fantasy.

I descended into it.

I relaxed as everything became gossamer and gauzy while somehow becoming intensely carnal. Exquisite eroticism feathered out from where we were joined, seeping into my veins, and flowing through my bloodstream like pure light.

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