Chapter 12: Flames of Possession

 

The night had settled into a quiet stillness, but Lucas’s mind was anything but calm. His body was still warm from Ethan’s touch, and the intensity of their encounter lingered in every muscle. His heart raced, the fire between them still burning even though the heat of the moment had passed. Ethan lay beside him, watching Lucas with those dark, possessive eyes that made Lucas feel like he was trapped in an endless cycle of desire and obsession.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Ethan murmured, his voice low and smooth as his hand drifted over Lucas’s chest. “I told you to let go.”

Lucas turned his head to meet Ethan’s gaze, and there it was again—that look. The one that made Lucas feel like Ethan owned him completely. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

“I can’t stop,” Lucas admitted, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. “I keep thinking about what this means. About us.”

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Lucas’s ear. “It means you’re mine,” Ethan whispered, his voice thick with possessiveness. “That’s all you need to know.”

Lucas shivered at Ethan’s words, the truth of them sinking deeper into his skin with every touch. He was Ethan’s now—completely, utterly, irrevocably. And though part of him fought against the loss of control, the greater part of him craved it. The more Ethan claimed him, the more Lucas wanted to give in.

Ethan’s hand slid lower, his fingers trailing along Lucas’s side, sending sparks of electricity through his skin. Lucas’s breath caught in his throat, his body responding instantly to Ethan’s touch, the tension between them building once more.

“You’re thinking too much,” Ethan repeated, his voice a soft growl. His fingers tightened around Lucas’s waist, pulling him closer. “Let me help you forget.”

Lucas’s heart raced as Ethan’s lips found his neck, kissing, biting, leaving marks that would linger long after the night was over. Each touch, each bite was a reminder of Ethan’s claim on him, of the fire that burned between them. Lucas moaned softly, his hands reaching for Ethan’s shoulders, desperate for the connection that only Ethan could give him.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you,” Lucas gasped, his voice trembling as Ethan’s hands explored his body, teasing him, pushing him further into the flames of their desire.

“You don’t need to stop,” Ethan whispered against his skin, his lips brushing against Lucas’s ear. “You just need to surrender.”

With a swift, practiced motion, Ethan rolled Lucas onto his back, pinning him beneath his weight. Lucas’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening as Ethan’s body pressed against him, the heat between them almost unbearable. Ethan’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he gazed down at Lucas, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You want this,” Ethan said softly, his voice dripping with confidence, with control. “You want me.”

Lucas’s body trembled beneath Ethan’s gaze, his mind spinning with the intensity of their connection. He did want this—he wanted Ethan more than he could put into words. Every time they were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, like the world outside of their obsession didn’t exist.

“I do,” Lucas whispered, his voice barely audible as the admission slipped from his lips.

Ethan’s smile widened as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Lucas’s in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Ethan’s hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Lucas’s pants, his touch firm and unyielding. Lucas gasped, his body arching into Ethan’s touch as the pleasure surged through him, sharp and overwhelming.

“Ethan…” Lucas moaned, his voice a mix of need and desperation as Ethan’s fingers worked him over, stroking him with a rhythm that left Lucas trembling.

Ethan’s mouth found Lucas’s again, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss that left Lucas breathless. Their tongues tangled, the taste of Ethan filling Lucas’s senses, intoxicating him, driving him wild with need.

“I’ll never let you go,” Ethan growled against Lucas’s lips, his hand tightening around him, pushing him closer to the edge. “You’re mine, Lucas. Say it.”

Lucas’s mind was a blur, his body on fire as Ethan’s touch consumed him. “I’m yours,” Lucas breathed, his voice shaky and breathless.

Ethan’s eyes darkened with satisfaction as he claimed Lucas’s mouth once more, his kisses growing rougher, more demanding. Lucas could feel the intensity building between them, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

The pleasure surged inside him, hot and fierce, and Lucas knew he was close—so close to the edge. Ethan’s hand moved faster, his grip firm and relentless, and with a final stroke, Lucas cried out, his release tearing through him like a storm.

Ethan held him through it, his body pressed against Lucas’s as he rode the waves of pleasure, every nerve in his body alight with the fire of their connection.

When it was over, Lucas collapsed against the bed, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Ethan’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath of their passion.

“You’re mine,” Ethan whispered once more, his voice soft but filled with unshakable certainty. “And nothing will ever change that.”

Lucas’s heart pounded in his chest, the truth of Ethan’s words settling over him like a weight he could never escape. He was bound to Ethan now, not just by desire, but by the fire that burned between them—an unquenchable, all-consuming flame.

And Lucas knew, deep down, that he never wanted to be free of it.

• To Be Continued...