Into the Flame

"Michael," I breathed, lost in the intoxication of the moment.
"Yes?" His words were sweet velvet against my ear. "Say my name again while my **** rips you apart."
"Michael!"
"There it is..."

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Please note: I'm aware there are minor grammatical errors here and there, as I'm juggling several stories at once. I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from pointing out grammar issues for now-I'm already working on corrections over time. It's just that the other author platform I used before Inkitt, deleted italic words and now there are words missing, not many. I copied and posted chapters from the old platform to Inkitt and didn't realize. Thank you for your understanding!

Warning: This book contains intense explicit scenes and sensitive subject matter, including strong sexual content and language, abuse, sexual trauma, and suicide. Reader discretion is advised.

I love Eric-God, I do. But I just wish he was home more. Our little house in the woods feels hollow with him gone, days stretching on, empty and quiet. Sometimes I remember ballet-the dream I buried years ago. It's just a ghost now, nothing I even dare to reach for. Now there's only the stage at Vixens, the hush of the trees, and the ache for something I can't name.

Then Michael appears-professor, dangerous smile, all heat and hunger. He sees through every layer I've built, finds every raw edge, and doesn't ask-just takes. With him, it's never soft. He presses me against walls, fucks me in the dark, makes me say his name until I forget why I ever tried to be good. He makes me feel alive and exposed, worshipped and ruined.

There's darkness in me-a fear of old wounds, of what happens if I really let go. I know how fast love can twist, how pain slips in when you least expect it. But I can't stop. I want the danger, the desire, the sweet oblivion of being wanted so much it hurts.