Crimson Wavelengths || Alastor x Reader

🍋 Inferno of Desire

The air crackled with an intensity that felt almost alive as Y/N caught her breath, still reeling from the fiery kiss they'd just shared. Alastor stood before her, his gaze dark and smoldering, a mix of satisfaction and barely restrained desire etched across his features. The room felt hotter now, charged with energy, as if the very walls were bearing witness to their escalating tension.

"Careful what you wish for," he purred, the words dripping with wicked delight, each syllable a promise of danger and delight.

Y/N's heart raced at the challenge in his voice, a thrill coursing through her veins. "I'm not afraid of the fire, Alastor," she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "I want to feel it. All of it."

His lips curled into a smirk, and the playful glint in his eyes ignited something deep within her. "You're bold, I'll give you that," he replied, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. "But can you handle the heat?"

Before she could respond, Alastor surged forward, capturing her mouth with his again, and this kiss was an explosion. It was primal and insatiable, a clash of teeth and tongues, igniting every nerve in her body. Y/N melted against him, the world around them fading into a distant blur as she surrendered to the intensity of his touch.

His hands roamed freely, exploring the curve of her waist, the soft dip of her back. Each caress sent shivers racing across her skin, igniting a fire that spread from her core out to every inch of her body. She felt alive—no, electric—as if every kiss sparked a new flame within her.

With a sudden movement, Alastor turned them, pinning her against the wall once more, his body pressing her into the cool surface. The contrast of temperature sent another shudder through her as he leaned in, their faces inches apart. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice a low rasp that sent heat pooling in her stomach.

"I want you," Y/N breathed, her heart hammering in her chest. The sincerity of her words hung in the air, thick and heavy, as she met his smoldering gaze with determination.

With a primal growl, Alastor captured her lips again, deepening the kiss, pouring all of his hunger into it. His hands slipped lower, fingers curling around her thighs and lifting her effortlessly, their bodies colliding in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through her. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, her back arching as she surrendered to him completely.

The kiss turned ravenous, filled with a desperate need that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Alastor's grip on her tightened, holding her close as if she were the only thing grounding him in that moment. Y/N couldn't help but moan softly against his mouth, the sound driving him deeper into the depths of passion.

"Is this what you wanted, darling?" he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and tantalizing, as he set her down gently on a nearby table, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat radiating off them.

"Yes," she gasped, her body alive with sensation. "More."

Alastor stepped back slightly, his gaze raking over her, the hunger in his eyes palpable. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he warned, though his tone lacked any real bite, only fueling the fire building between them.

"I know exactly what I'm asking for," Y/N replied, leaning forward, challenging him with her boldness. "I'm done being afraid. Show me everything."

His eyes darkened with lust, and with a predatory grace, he surged forward again, capturing her mouth in another fierce kiss that felt like a collision of two forces. His hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss, their bodies crashing together in a symphony of desire.

Y/N felt herself melt into him, her hands exploring his back, fingers trailing down his spine, reveling in the way he responded to her touch. The heat radiating off him was intoxicating, and every brush of their bodies felt like fire igniting beneath her skin.

Alastor's hands slid up her sides, his fingers grazing her skin, teasingly slow, before finding the hem of her shirt. With a sudden, fierce tug, he pulled it over her head, discarding it with a flick of his wrist. The rush of cool air against her skin made her gasp, and in the next breath, he was devouring her lips again, the kiss deepening as his hands explored the curves of her body.

Y/N's heart raced as he trailed kisses down her neck, his lips hot against her skin. "You're absolutely intoxicating," he breathed against her collarbone, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the only thing that mattered in that moment.

As his mouth traveled lower, kissing and nipping at her skin, Y/N couldn't contain the sounds escaping her lips—soft gasps, breathy moans, and words of encouragement urging him on. Alastor seemed to drink it all in, his own sounds of pleasure vibrating against her skin as he worshipped her with every kiss.

But as the heat between them escalated, Alastor suddenly paused, his gaze locking onto hers, a flicker of uncertainty flashing through those crimson eyes. "Are you sure, Y/N?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious. "Because once we cross this line..."

"I'm sure," she interrupted, her breath catching in her throat. "I want this. I want you."

A primal growl rumbled from deep within Alastor, and he surged forward, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that seemed to promise everything they both desired. The air was thick with passion, the world outside forgotten as they sank deeper into each other, lost in the heat of the moment.

With every kiss, every touch, they danced closer to the edge, and Y/N could feel the intensity of their connection growing, ready to ignite into something truly unforgettable.

As Alastor's hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of her body, she knew this was only the beginning of their fiery journey together. They were two flames colliding, and together, they would burn brighter than either could alone.

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