Blade institute: the unseen prophecy

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As the tears finally subsided, I pulled back slightly, my eyes meeting Rian's once more. There was a fire in them, something raw and primal that mirrored the chaos inside me. The intensity of our kiss still lingered in the air between us, and I could feel the electricity crackling in the space where our bodies were barely apart.

I didn't know if it was the anger, the pain, or the desperate need to feel something real, but I leaned back in, my lips finding his again with a fierceness that surprised even me. This time, there was no hesitation, no second thoughts. I wanted to lose myself in him, to drown out everything that had happened with the heat of the moment.

Rian responded instantly, his hands sliding from my waist down to my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The intensity of the kiss deepened, becoming more demanding, more insistent. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, the rhythm matching the wild beat of my own.

He pushed me back against the wall with a controlled force, his hands now gripping my thighs as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to him, our mouths never breaking contact. The cool surface of the wall pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the heat that was building between us.

There was nothing gentle about the way we moved. It was all raw need, a frenzied hunger that demanded to be sated. His lips moved from my mouth down to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He bit down lightly, eliciting a gasp from me, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me further into a state of abandon.

My hands were in his hair, tugging with just enough force to spur him on. I needed him closer, needed to feel every part of him against me. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it to the side without breaking our kiss. His hands were on me again, exploring, claiming, as if trying to erase every other thought from my mind.

I was lost in him, in the way his touch made the world disappear, made everything else seem so insignificant. It wasn't just about desire—it was about needing to feel alive, needing to remind myself that I was still here, still capable of feeling something other than pain.

Rian pulled back just enough to look at me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and rough, a thread of restraint woven through his words.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was no room for doubt, no space for second-guessing. I knew what I wanted, what I needed in that moment. Without a word, I reached down and pulled at the hem of his shirt, silently urging him to remove it. He understood, his eyes searching mine for any hesitation, but finding none.

He lifted his shirt over his head, and I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingers, the warmth of his skin against mine. He was real, and he was here, and that was all that mattered.

I pulled him back to me, our mouths crashing together with a desperation that had been building for far too long. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper before pushing them down. I kicked them off, my bare skin now pressed against his, the friction between us igniting something deep within.

Rian's hands were everywhere—on my hips, my waist, my back—pulling me closer, grounding me in the present. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, waiting for some sign from me. But I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted everything, wanted to lose myself in the fire we had ignited.

"Don't stop," I whispered against his lips, the words more a plea than anything else.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He moved quickly, his hands finding the edge of my underwear and pulling them down with a swift motion. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, but the sensation was quickly replaced by the heat of his body pressing against mine once more.