66 Incendiary (NSFW)

He was still quite angry; teeth at her skin, rough hands gripping her thighs, powerful thrusts seeking to claim her very soul.

Kieren had risen magnificently to her words, Violet was being fucked, and by the breathless gasps resounding from her throat, she was loving it.

— — — —

They had landed on the bed a tangle of limbs, scorching hands clawing at skin, lips clashing together fervently.

Kieren was, from the first advance clear about his desires, this was about Violet submitting, submitting to his claim, and for the first time, she was willing. Unlike the many other times they had slept together, she was truly aware of the weight her actions carried. Violet would be his one and only downfall, but more importantly, she would be his one and only lover. A passionate acknowledgment teeming with belonging, possessiveness, and comprehension.

They were now bound together, to the ruin of them both.

A solid block of heat had trapped Violet on the bed and she had let out of a low whine as Kieren, lips connected to hers, pushed two fingers in. Despite his angst to be inside her it was clear he refused to hurt her.

The room was freezing, the state of the art generator roaring to life was doing its best to bring temperatures up from zero. And yet, the area by the bed was enveloped with the heat of Kieren's body. Around them a curtain of mist and haze was brought to life as the frigid air melted into Kieren's fire.

Frenzied gasps, her thighs working around his fingers, egging him on desperately to go harder, deeper, faster. Her half closed eyes jolting open as his patience gave out, he pulled leaking fingers out, placed his cock at her entrance and thrust himself fully in.

A slightly broken pleasured moan. Violet gripped at his chest, raking her nails into breaking his skin. He was pushing harder and more forcefully than he had ever before. Their eyes met and despite the fire consuming them both, it was clear that he was entranced. She angled herself up, to better receive his body and the grateful glint in his eyes turned into full adoration.

She took one of his hands and with coy moves placed it around her neck. A slight tremble of his lips, a pause from his hips, an enticing whisper "dangerous Violet."

She kissed his every finger before placing them back around her throat, "It is what you want, take it."

It had blown apart after that, where his body began and fused into hers she could not tell. She was taking the pounding of her life and pain and pleasure were blurring. That careful hand around her windpipe, another on her waist, his long hard member burrowing into her relentlessly.

The smell of sex from their bodies, and the glistening sweat forming around them as he made his claim know. He was being vocal and the groans emerging from his chest were driving her insane.

His teeth had found her nipples, biting, sucking, drawing lines and leaving his marks at every inch of her body.

She was saying his name, screaming it, whispering it, choking on it. Her first orgasm had nearly broken Kieren's last shred of self control.

He had yearned for this complete surrender for so long, to see her wholly undone by his advances, her lips broken, swollen, delicious, her body glistening covered in his many marks. Her entrance gripping his throbbing member, claiming him as much as he was claiming her.

He increased his speed as his eyes began to change, blue growing darker, spreading to cover the entirety of his eyes. A low dangerous growl from his lips, Violet gasping beneath him.

He had once warned her, told her if he was too forceful, that she should get him off, fight him off if need be. It would not have made a difference, there was not much that could stop him now, he was riding the waves of his own pleasure and he would never let her go.

Their eyes locked again, his power exploded, she didn't want to stop him, she was asking for it, moaning for it, and the clarity in her derailed him. She wanted it all.

He finished in a frenzy, filling her to the brim, there would be no pulling out, no backing out. He brought his teeth down on her collarbone and sunk them in deep, tasting blood, canines cracking her bone, holding her in place as she tensed up. She had gasped loudly as he injected his raw power into the bite, transfusing and blending his ability into her.

His eyes cleared momentarily, he pulled back his teeth to look at his mark, a gentle kiss, loving caresses. Hoarse voices as Violet snuggled into his hold.

He had held himself at bay for about twenty more minutes, then with peppering kissed positioned himself above her once more with a pleading look.

Violet had laughed herself breathless before giving in. "What ever could possible deter you?"

"Nothing."

— — —

They had at one point fallen asleep, he knew he had truly exhausted her. And so despite her very vocal, delighted acceptance of the situation Kieren felt a pang of guilt as he looked over her body.

He had awoken only a few minutes prior, holding her tight, she was breathing so peacefully, a contrast to her chapped lips and battered body. She was truly covered head to toe in his marks, there were also dried remnants of his liquid down her thighs from the many voracious rounds.

He let out a soft sigh, he too had many scratch marks, bite marks, hickies, they just did not compare to the ones on her body. His eyes moved to the bite mark on her collarbone, that one would never go away, not even if he died.

Unlike the marking on her wrist, that would fade if she left him, the infusion from his teeth on her collarbone would last until her last breath.

A gentle hum, sleepy whine, she turned on her side, opened one eye and mumbled, "do not look at me like that, I cannot handle around round."

He laughed and Violet found herself drawn to the tenor of his voice, "I was merely berating myself for being much to forceful."

Violet snorted as she brought her hand up to her clavicle, "what is this?" He took her hand, planted a kiss, and spread out her fingers. A circle traced on her palm, a ring of fire hovering above it. Violet gasped and sat up, "is this…?"

"Yeah, it's my ability, I've given you my power, you can now use it whenever you want. It doesn't take from me, only flows using me as a direct conduit. Although, I have a feeling you can already use fire, and many other things?"

Violet stared mesmerized at the flame, she placed it in the other palm then snapped her fingers as it disappeared only to then reappear floating in front of their faces. "To a certain extent, although my specialty lies in breaking raw power down." She extinguished the flame only to recreate it, "if I try hard I can use them all, but not like this, never with this clarity, so easily, is this what your fire feels like? It's in my blood?"

Violet looked over at him with a frown, "I didn't know this was possible?"

"It's not, well, it's only possible because of the soul bind, I'm an extension of your desires so it's only fair that I can give you all of what I have."

He took the flame and Violet watched him manipulate it easily, "It's a part of you now, my flame, it exists within you independent of me."

"Hey, Violet…"

Violet hummed in agreement with a slight smile before letting out a saddened sigh.

"We have to talk about this don't we?"

"Yes", he pulled her back against his arms, a protective stance, nuzzling her neck in between words "but what I need to know, more than anything," he ran his hand down her thigh, tracing the chemical burns, "did the Ruenen do this to you?"

The flame extinguished itself instantly, "the Ruenen did this to one hundred and sixty two humans, I happen to be the unfortunate one who somehow managed to survive."

He was turning pale, but those gorgeous eyes were resolute, he wanted, no… he had to hear it. The details, the pain, the path Violet had walked while he was too lost in the shadows, in the games of the crown.

So Violet had shared, not as with Jace painting over an outline, but in detail, the day she was taken, the cruel methods used to break her. The rats, the tie downs, the injections, the endless deaths.

The names of every man, woman, and child they had killed, and those of the monsters responsible for their endless torture.

She spoke of how Silver had pulled her teeth and nails out over and over only to laugh as she was allowed to heal them. How Gorev had tried many times to claim her only be to refuted at the near cost of her life.

Kieren had listened swimming in a sea rage and grief, overwhelmed at the sheer amount of torture she had faced.

Violet had talked herself into deafening silence leaning against him for comfort, a slight tremor in her voice. Never before had she truly recounted it, never before had she wanted to.

Kieren had placed her in his lap caressing her skin as they lulled in silence.

It was a few moments of unfiltered silence before he could trust himself to speak.

"How deep does this go? Who do we get rid of next?"

Violet gaped at him, "had she expected his support from the sidelines, yes? But directly? "Kieren… listen, I…"

"No Violet, you listen." He brought their foreheads together, "I could search the rest of my life and I would never find the words to describe the disgust, rage, and mistrust that I feel for what I have learned. Even if it were not you, which only exacerbates my feelings, I would tear it down. I have been fighting the corruption that has spread unchecked since my uncle and father died from the shadows, but no more."

A feather brush of a kiss, "I'm willing to give it all up, but more importantly, I'm willing to rebuild it all. After your debt has been fulfilled, and only if you'll stand at my side."