My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 68

Devon’s body pressed into mine, heat and strength caging me against the mattress, but instead of fear all I felt was hunger. My fire sparked again, dancing along my arms and shoulders, a halo of embers that should have scared anyone else away. But not him. Never him.

He looked at me like the flames only made me more his.

“Addy…” His voice was rough, guttural, his control hanging by a thread. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I dragged my nails down his back, arching against him with a gasp. “No, why don't you show me.”

That was all it took. His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss demanding, fierce, leaving me dizzy with need. His hips slammed into me in one hard thrust, filling me so deep I cried out, sparks bursting across my vision. He swallowed the sound, groaning into my mouth as he set a brutal rhythm.

The bed creaked beneath us, sheets tangling around my legs as he drove into me over and over. My fire pulsed with every thrust, answering his power, painting the room in wild flickers of light.

“Harder,” I begged, clawing at him, needing more, needing everything.

Devon obeyed with a growl, gripping my hips tight and slamming me into him so hard the headboard rattled. My cry tore from my throat, a mix of pleasure and raw desperation. He was relentless, ruthless, but I didn’t want gentleness now. I wanted him unrestrained.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his thrusts with the same ferocity. Fire licked along my thighs, sparking where our bodies met, but still he didn’t flinch. If anything, it made him lose himself further, his lips finding my throat, his teeth scraping down until he bit just above where his mark would someday claim me fully.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin, voice shaking with need.

“Yes,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yours. Always yours.”

The words seemed to snap something in him. He flipped me onto my stomach in one smooth motion, dragging me to my knees before slamming back into me from behind. The angle had me crying out, my hands clawing at the sheets, my fire erupting in a wave of heat that swept across the room.

The air shimmered, the flames blazing brighter, but they didn’t burn the bed, didn’t scorch the walls. They were mine, completely under my command even in the chaos. Devon’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me back to meet every brutal thrust, his groans filling the air with mine.

“Look at you,” he panted, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing me to arch, forcing me to see the mirror across the room. My reflection was wild hair tumbling, body covered in glowing sparks, face twisted in raw ecstasy.

“You’re fire incarnate,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “And you’re mine to burn with.”

The bond between us pulsed so strongly I thought it might split me open. Every thrust, every touch, every word made me feel more tethered to him than ever.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, when the pleasure coiled so tight I thought I’d break, I cried out his name. Devon slammed into me one final time, his climax tearing through him as mine exploded right after, fire bursting from me in a wave of light that filled the entire room.

For a moment, it felt like the world stopped. Like there was only us, bound in fire, bound in power, bound in something eternal.

We collapsed together, tangled and breathless, sweat dampening our skin. My fire dimmed slowly, retreating until only faint embers danced along my fingertips. Devon’s arms stayed wrapped around me, his chest pressed against my back, his lips brushing my shoulder in soft kisses that contrasted the roughness of moments before.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low, reverent.

I turned in his arms, pressing my forehead against his. “The bond?”

He nodded. His eyes glowed, not just with his wolf but with his elemental power, storm and fire mixing in his gaze. “It’s stronger than anything I’ve ever known. You… you complete me, Addy.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I didn’t look away. For the first time in my life, I felt wanted. Needed. Not as a burden, not as someone to use or hate but as someone who mattered, who was cherished.

“I’m not afraid anymore,” I whispered, brushing my fingers along his jaw.

“You never should be,” he replied fiercely. “Your fire, your strength, everything you are it’s not something to hide. It’s something to be proud of. Something I’ll protect with my life.”

I kissed him softly, letting his words sink deep into the cracks inside me.

We lay there for a while, tangled in warmth and quiet, until Devon’s hand slid down to rest over my stomach. His touch lingered, protective in a way that made a strange heat curl low inside me different from passion, deeper, heavier.

I didn’t know what it meant yet, but the fire inside me flickered restlessly, almost as if it did.

Devon kissed my temple and whispered, “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.”

And I believed him. But deep in my chest, a shadow stirred, a whisper of unease I couldn’t quite name.