Where Ashes and Oaths Collide

Chapter 40: Dreams Come True

“Amelia,” Luz began, his amber eyes meeting hers with newfound seriousness. “Whatever this connection between us is– it is changing both of us. You are carrying my darkness on your skin, and I– I am becoming something closer to the man you remember.” Amelia smiled brightly and kissed him slowly. Luz’s breath hitched as her tongue sought entry, the warmth of her mouth a stark contrast to the cold reality of his existence. His own tongue met hers hesitantly at first, then with growing intensity as the familiar taste of her flooded his senses. His hands slid from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their bodies.

The oversized shirt she wore shifted with the movement, exposing more of her skin to his touch. “Gods, Amelia. You have no idea what you are doing to me. Every part of me that is still human is screaming to never let you go.” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. “Then you should listen,” Amelia muttered against his lips. “Can– can we make love again?” Luz’s breath hitched at her directness, a mix of surprise and raw desire flashing across his features. The question hung in the air between them, charged with six years of unspoken longing and the fragile hope of this stolen morning. “f**k, yes,” he breathed out, his voice dropping to that deeper, more desperate tone. “I have been dreaming about this for years. Every time I closed my eyes in some cold tent, I imagined what it would feel like to have you back in my arms.”

His hands moved with newfound purpose, one sliding up to tangle in her red hair while the other hooked under the hem of his shirt on her. “You have no idea how much I need this,” he admitted quietly, his amber eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. “Me too,” Amelia breathed out. She lifted her hips slightly, pulling down the covers so when she lowered her hips, she rubbed directly against Luz’s hardening erection. The sensation of her bare skin sliding against his c**k sent a jolt of pure pleasure through his system. “f**k,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips more firmly. “You feel better every time.” His own body responded instinctively to the familiar friction– hips bucking slightly to meet her movements, muscles tensing as he fought for control.

The morning light cast long shadows across the tent as his hands moved with familiar purpose, his calloused fingers tracing the curves of her body beneath the oversized shirt. The fabric slid further down her shoulders, pooling around her elbows as he exposed more of her skin to his touch. “Gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb brushing against the black veins on her lower abdomen, the dark spiderweb-like patterns seeming to pulse faintly in response to his touch. “I have dreamed about this every night since I left– waking up next to you, feeling your skin against mine.” His amber eyes were clear now, free from the crimson glow that had defined him for so long.

“I dreamed about this too,” Amelia confessed breathless. The confession hung in the air between them, a shared vulnerability that transcended the camp outside. Luz’s breath grew heavier, his amber eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that spoke of years of loneliness and yearning. “Every night,” he admitted his voice cracking slightly. “I dreamed of your laugh, your touch, the way your hair catches the morning light, for six years, this tent has been my prison and my sanctuary– because it is where I could pretend you were still with me.” His hands moved from her hips to cup her face gently, thumbs stroking her cheeks as if memorizing every detail. “I am not the man you remember,” he warned quietly, though his touch remained tender.

“I am not the little girl you remember,” Amelia said quickly. “We have both changed a bit.” She grinded her hips against him. “But right now, none of that matters,” she muttered. “I need you, Luz.” The raw honesty in her voice shattered his defences. He sat up, his hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was no space left between their bodies. The oversized shirt she wore slipped completely off one shoulder, revealing the pale curve of her breast. “You are right,” he breathed against her neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. “None of it matters right now, just you and me.” His own body responded instantly to her grinding movements– hips bucking to meet her rhythm as his c**k slid against her wet heat.

“f**k, Amelia. I am going to lose my mind if you keep moving like that.” Luz groaned into her red hair. “I– I need you inside, Luz. Please,” she pleaded softly. The plea in her voice and the sight of her parted lips and pleading green eyes sent a wave of possessive heat through him. He lifted her hips slightly and with a low growl, he guided the head of his c**k to her entrance, savouring the way her body trembled at the contact. “Say it again,” he commanded roughly, his voice strained with barely contained restraint. “Tell me exactly what you want from me.” His hands gripped her hips firmly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he held her in place. “Please,” Amelia muttered. “I want you inside me, Luz. Make me feel good like you did last night.”

The desperate plea in her voice was all the invitation Luz needed. With a fierce groan, he drove his hips forward, sinking himself deep inside her in one smooth stroke. The sudden fullness sent waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. “Ah Gods,” he gasped against her neck, his hands tightening on her hips as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. “You are perfect.” His muscles coiled at the intense sensation flooding his senses– her heat enveloping him completely, muscles clenching around him like a silken vice. “Hold on to me,” he ordered hoarsely, one hand tangling in her red hair while the other supported her hip as he began to move within her.