Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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I breathe out slowly, Tresor's hands gently shifting to the sides of my upper arms when I turn around to face him. As I do, all around me shifts to that of the room I'd come woken in before, when he watched over me after my body was spent the night of The Hunt. Purplish-black flames ignite on the walls of the room, my gaze lifting as my chin tilts upward to capture his amethyst irises.

Tresor's hands slide down my arms, lifting them as he holds my hands in his. He brings them to his lips, kissing my knuckles lightly, though his eyes never break contact with mine. It's when he says the words, "Will you allow me to worship you, my goddess?" that I quickly inhale and breathe out sharply.

I keep reminding myself that I'm the one out of place in this era, that I am the one who is alone...

...I've been blind to what is so clearly in front of me.

"Yes," the words are quiet when they slip past my lips, almost a whisper.

Tresor's fingers interlaced with mine, pulling them gently away from between us to set them down at my sides. I leave them there, even when his fingers release mine. His irises nearly glow, feeling the magic he uses and exudes the second I feel the tug on the threads of my coat. I allow him to remove it, falling to the floor behind me.

The long-sleeved shirt follows next, though I raise my arms above my head as the magic pulls at the threads. Tresor never moves a single muscle the entire time, understanding how much power he has with this simple notion of non-somatic casting.

When my shirt falls away, this is when Tresor lifts his hands to the backs of mine, trailing his fingertips up my arm. Heat ignites, flames crackling within me at the way his touch feels like electricity, sparking desires deep down. The fingertips of his right-hand brush along my jaw, taking my chin delicately in his grasp.

Tresor's lips are gentle, compassionate and caring when they brush ever so lightly against mine. He fills me with wanting, a yearning to not let go of this moment. His touch quickly leaves my chin, his hands gracing the sides of my waist when his lips skate down my jaw and to my ear.

His voice is deep and melodic when he says, "I want all of you." His meaning is well understood, my eyelids fluttering shut as I allow the glamour that conceals my magic to drop. The air hitches in my lungs when his fangs graze the outer shell of my ear, murmuring, "Beautiful."

Tresor's fangs are replaced with his soft lips, placing deliberately light butterfly kisses down the side of my neck. My head tilts back when he reaches the top of my shoulder, skating easily to my collarbone. Without the restraint of his hands at the sides of my waist, I would more than likely fall, feeling the way I sway slightly at his touch.

His lips continue across my collarbone, to the other side as he kisses up the other side of my neck. As he does this, his arms lift, one traveling to grasp the center of my bra while the other touches the clasp behind my back. It surprises me when he doesn't use his magic for this simple motion, the clasp snapping and his fingers gently tugging on the front that rests between my breasts. The straps fall down my arms, my bra hitting the floor between us.

Tresor's fangs graze my earlobe, my heart skipping a beat at the way I sway slightly toward him. My arms lift, my hands touching the front of his chest as I breathily whisper, "I want you."

It's the first time I understand how truly separated I've been...

...though I never would have expected to find my heart here.

Tresor's touch leaves me, but only for a moment as he reaches an arm over his shoulder and behind his back. My hands lift away from his chest, his eyes holding mine. He draws shirt upward, removing his it from over his head and casting it to the floor.