Chapter 11: Consumed by the Fire

 

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire as Lucas lay in Ethan’s arms, his body still humming from the aftermath of their encounter. The darkness in the room felt suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the weight of the obsession that now consumed him. Every touch, every word from Ethan wrapped tighter around him like a chain he could never break.

Ethan’s fingers traced slow, lazy patterns over Lucas’s bare skin, a constant reminder of who was in control. His grip was possessive, claiming, as if he wanted to leave no doubt in Lucas’s mind that he belonged to him. Lucas shivered under the touch, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Ethan murmured, his voice low and dark as he leaned closer, his breath hot against Lucas’s ear. “I can feel it.”

Lucas swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat. He wanted to deny it, but there was no point. Ethan knew him too well, had learned every inch of him, inside and out. The intensity of what they shared had become something Lucas couldn’t escape—even if he wanted to.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Lucas admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “About you.”

Ethan smirked, his fingers tightening around Lucas’s waist. “Good,” he said softly, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Because you shouldn’t.”

Ethan’s lips found Lucas’s neck, planting soft, heated kisses that made Lucas’s breath catch in his throat. The possessiveness in every touch, every kiss, drove Lucas wild. He had never felt so completely consumed by another person before, but with Ethan, it was like there was no escape. The fire that burned between them was all-encompassing, leaving Lucas raw and vulnerable, yet aching for more.

“You’re mine,” Ethan growled softly against Lucas’s skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of his neck. Lucas gasped, his body arching toward Ethan’s touch, desperate for the connection they shared. “Say it.”

Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest, his pulse quickening as Ethan’s hand slid lower, teasing him, pushing him to the edge of reason once more. “I’m yours,” Lucas breathed, the words coming out in a shaky exhale.

Ethan’s hand dipped beneath Lucas’s waistband, his fingers curling around him, firm and unrelenting. Lucas’s body responded instantly, his breath catching as a wave of pleasure shot through him. Ethan’s grip was both punishing and perfect, and Lucas couldn’t help the way his hips moved, seeking more, desperate for release.

Ethan’s mouth found Lucas’s again, claiming him with a kiss so heated, so hungry, it left Lucas breathless. Their tongues tangled, the taste of Ethan intoxicating as Lucas gave himself over to the passion building between them. He was drowning in it, losing himself in the fire that burned hotter and brighter with every touch.

“Don’t hold back,” Ethan whispered against Lucas’s lips, his hand stroking him with slow, deliberate movements that had Lucas teetering on the brink. “I want to hear you.”

Lucas bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that rose in his throat, but Ethan’s relentless touch broke through his resolve. His body trembled, his pulse racing as the pleasure built inside him, coiling tighter and tighter until he thought he might explode.

Ethan’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he watched Lucas unravel beneath him, his control slipping with every stroke, every kiss. “You look so beautiful like this,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Completely lost in me.”

Lucas’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he neared the edge. “Please,” he whispered, his voice desperate and pleading. “I need…”

Ethan’s grip tightened, his strokes becoming faster, more demanding. “What do you need, Lucas?” he asked, his tone teasing, dark, pushing Lucas even closer to the edge. “Tell me.”

Lucas’s mind was a blur, his body burning with need, his thoughts consumed by the overwhelming desire that gripped him. “You,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I need you.”

Ethan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against Lucas’s ear. “Then take it,” he growled, his voice filled with command. “Take what’s yours.”

With a final stroke, Lucas’s body tensed, and he let out a strangled cry as his release tore through him, his body shaking with the force of it. Ethan held him through it, his touch firm and steady as Lucas rode the waves of pleasure, his mind completely consumed by the fire they shared.

When it was over, Lucas collapsed against the bed, his body spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Ethan’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close, the possessiveness in his touch never fading.

“You’re mine,” Ethan whispered once more, his voice soft but filled with an unshakable certainty. “And I’ll never let you go.”

Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as the weight of Ethan’s words settled over him. He was consumed—by the fire of their desire, by the chains of their obsession. There was no escape. He was bound to Ethan now, body and soul.

And despite the darkness, the danger, Lucas knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

• To Be Continued...