My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 80

I could still feel the burn of the battle, the raw heat of our powers intertwining, lingering across my skin. Devon’s chest pressed against mine as we sank onto the bed, and for the first time since Levi and Patricia had attacked, I let myself breathe. Just for a moment.

“You’re shaking,” Devon murmured, lips brushing my temple, his hand warm against my back. “Addy, tell me you’re okay. Please.”

I swallowed hard, trying to push back the tremor that had nothing to do with fear. “I’m fine,” I whispered, but my body still pulsed with adrenaline, every nerve ending alive. Devon’s hand slid over my hip, pulling me closer, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me. “Just… a lot happened today.”

He groaned low in his throat, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he held himself like he was trying to contain something fierce. “You’re mine, Addy. Do you understand? Mine. And I’m not letting anyone, anyone touch you again.” His teeth grazed my earlobe, and I moaned without thinking.

“I know,” I breathed, pressing into him, letting him feel every tremor, every pulse, every heat coil of mine. My hands traced the sharp lines of his shoulders, down his chest, and lingered on the curve of his hips. The pull between us was magnetic, wild, raw.

Devon’s hands clamped onto my waist with a rough possessiveness that made me gasp. “You’re burning inside,” he growled, his lips trailing over mine, biting, sucking, claiming. “Do you feel it too? The fire? It’s yours, Addy. And I can feel it. Every inch of it.”

“Yes…” I gasped, trembling, arching into him as the fire coiled tighter, hotter, alive. My nails dug into his back, leaving red streaks I didn’t care he would see. I wanted him, all of him, and I could feel him matching me, pressing into me with a heat that made my body hum and ache at once.

“Good,” he murmured against my lips, teeth grazing mine as his hand slid down my thigh, pressing me against him. “Feel this. I’m not afraid of you. I can take every spark, every flame, every pulse of fire you have. I can handle it. Hell, I need it. I need you.”

I gasped again, voice trembling, “I… I want you.” My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer, feeling every thrum, every pulse, every ache of him against me. The fire inside me roared, pushing, pulsing, and he moved with me, rough and hard, his body claiming mine in ways that made the world outside our room disappear completely.

He kissed me fiercely, tongue claiming mine, hands gripping my hips, and I lost myself in the sensation, in the intensity, in the raw physicality of us. Every moan, every gasp, every bite of skin was electric. Every motion brought heat, fire, power, and intimacy, all in one.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine as he kissed along my jaw, down my neck, biting and sucking until I was trembling. “I’m not letting anyone take you from me, Addy. Not Levi, not Patricia, not anyone. I’ll kill them all if I have to.”

“I don’t want anyone to touch me,” I whispered, hands clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer as my body burned, needing, aching, alive. “Just you. Only you.”

His laugh was low, rough, and satisfied as he pressed into me again, hips grinding, lips crushing mine. “Good. Then I’ll give you everything. Every inch, every pulse, every spark you’ve got.” His hands roamed over my body, every touch rough, claiming, deliberate.

The fire inside me flared higher, wild and untamed, but Devon’s presence calmed it, held it in check without suppressing it. Only he could handle it. Only he could make me feel safe while burning, alive, and raw. I moaned into him, nails dragging down his back, pulling him closer, urging him to take more, give more, claim more.

I arched into him, hips pressing, twisting, grinding, and he groaned, deep and guttural, hands gripping me so tightly I thought he might leave bruises. Every touch sent sparks flying between us, every kiss igniting new heat, every stroke pushing us both closer to the edge.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed against my lips, his forehead resting on mine as we gasped for breath, bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering in sync. “You’re fire. You’re mine. You’re…” He stopped, swallowing hard, hands trembling slightly as he pressed into me again. “Perfect.”

“I… I’m yours,” I whispered, voice barely audible, trembling from the heat and fire, from the pleasure and intensity of us. “Always.”

And then it wasn’t just words. It was movement, connection, heat, fire, and control all mixed together. Devon shifted over me again, pressing into me with a force that made me gasp, moan, cry out. My hands roamed his back, chest, arms, pulling him closer, needing every bit of him. The fire inside me pulsed, coiled, and I felt it respond to him, answering him, giving him every spark, every pulse, every blaze that made me feel alive.

“I can feel it,” he growled, teeth grazing my neck, hands gripping me harder. “You’re burning, Addy. And I’m right here. Every spark, every flame, every pulse. You’re mine, and I can take all of it.”

“Yes!” I gasped, arching into him, letting every motion, every thrust, every touch ignite me, release me, and burn me alive with pleasure. My fire pulsed wildly, hot, intense, but it didn’t scorch, didn’t burn, didn’t hurt. Only Devon could handle it, only he could claim it, and I surrendered completely.

We moved together, bodies slick, raw, loud, intense, every sound, every cry, every groan filling the room. His hands roamed, claimed, gripped, and I arched into him, moaning, shouting, calling his name with every pulse, every heartbeat. The world outside didn’t exist. Only fire, only heat, only us.

Finally, we collapsed, bodies intertwined, breathing hard, hearts hammering, sweat glistening on every inch of skin. I pressed my face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling the steady thrum, the warmth, the solidity of him. The fire inside me still pulsed low, constant, alive, a reminder of what we were, what we had, and what no one could take from us.

“We did it,” I whispered, finally able to catch my breath, voice trembling. “We survived. Together.”

“Together,” he echoed, lips brushing my hair, hands stroking me soothingly. “Always. And Addy, this fire… it’s yours. And I’ll never let anyone take it. Not Levi, not Patricia, not anyone.”

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth, the heat, the fire, and the love wash over me. For once, I allowed myself to believe it. For once, I allowed myself to feel safe.

But even in that moment of bliss, a whisper of unease lingered. Patricia had not been completely defeated, Levi had escaped, and the pack had been shaken. I could feel it in the air, in the tension, in the pulse of the forest beyond our walls.

I pressed closer to Devon, letting myself be consumed by him, by the fire, by the raw, uncontainable bond we shared. Whatever came next, whatever storms were on the horizon, I knew one thing.

With him, I could face anything.