Page 112 of The Divine Lies We Weave

The Viperess pulled the Scorpion in, smashing their lips together and holding onto him tight.

The glass wall in front of Leela shimmered and shattered. Leela bolted toward the light. She was sucked back into her body, and her limbs pulled back like a puppet able to control its own strings again.

Leela didn’t break the kiss. She held Rajesh tighter by his chin as the Viperess slid back into her rightful place.

Rajesh pulled back, panting. His eyes were once again their full, dark depths, and Leela sighed in relief.

“You came back to me,” Leela murmured.

“I always will,” Rajesh said. He tucked his finger under her chin and drew her in, too quickly that she could barely take a breath before his lips were on hers.

Leela didn’t pull away. She tore at his clothes, and he did the same, discarding them wherever they landed.

He trailed kisses from her lips down along her chest to suck on a nipple, which was pulsing with desire, while rubbing the other in small circles. Leela didn’t need warming up. She was already slick, her body writhing with the confidence that she had overcome the Viperess, and all she wanted was the adrenaline to fuel her through the passionate moment with Rajesh.

“Damiji,” he breathed.

“Don’t speak,” Leela said. “Fuck me until she’s out of my system.”

Rajesh chuckled, but scooped her up and walked her back to the bed. He pressed her into the mattress, and she felt her body liquefy under his touch. His fingers moved down, along her abdomen, ribcage, and navel, leaving a trail of thick heat, until he entered a finger inside her. Each stroke sent a flame blazing through her, pulsing with desire and causing her head to spin too quickly for her to focus.

“Fuck, Leela, you’re already prepared,” he said.

Leela writhed with heat, letting the want consume her. She didn’t want to talk. Just wanted him inside. She finally had control of her body again, and she knew the way through the shimmering glass. All this time, all she’d needed was Rajesh to keep her grounded. His lips were all the assurance she needed to know he would always be her salvation.

Now, all she needed to do was hold the Viperess back and ensure the Flame wouldn’t destroy this moment with Rajesh.

Leela pulled his lips back to hers, swallowing his urgency and lust. She leaned into his touch as his fingers worked their way inside her and his thumb caressed her bud. Her hips arched, body succumbing to his ministrations. Her heart raced along with the threads of desire.

Leela moaned, her body responding to the ecstasy. She sank into the feeling of him, all of him as he entered. She didn’t care about anything. The Flames. Scouring the deserts. Where his hands were, just as long as they kept her steady.

Pleasure burst through her and became an inescapable moan. She grasped his arms and braced against his weight. She then threaded her fingers through his short strands of hair, tugging them to elicit a small groan that only thickened the heat driving through her.

“Steady, damiji,” Rajesh said, hot breath against her ear.

“I don’t want to be steady,” Leela said. “And I don’t want to talk either.”

Rajesh pulled back, a seductive twinkle in his eye. “There’s my girl.”

The words cut away any doubt inside Leela, and she thrusted her hips into his. She felt safe in his embrace, their heartbeats merging into one as he ground his hips against hers. He pumped faster and faster, steady then slow, then slammed right back into her.

The air was sucked from her lungs.

Each thrust was a statement. An urgency to say she was his and he was hers.

A possessive groan.

An electrifying hunger Leela couldn’t satisfy.

He tugged on her hair. She tugged on his back.

He thrust and she groaned. Each moan was given with an urgency, telling him to make her reach her peak. His eyes burned with a lust only she could stroke. It was his eyes that almost brought her over the edge. He made her more desperate than she had imagined. It was this desperation that Leela craved, making everything fall away as she claimed him as hers.

Their lips smashed against the other, messy and unhinged. Fingers struggled to hold steady. Bodies arched, desperate to please.

A desperation this wild could not be tamed, and Leela felt it as their fingers trailed one another, urging the other to melt.

She reached up to cusp the back of his head. His lips were a breath from hers, warmth funneling between them. She wanted to tell him she loved him. That she would push everything aside to be with him. There were more things Leela wished to say but couldn’t. Leela wanted to—Flames, she wanted to say what was on her mind, but how could she?