Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 63: Slowly 18+

Behind them, Victor watched.

Damien followed until the threshold.

Felicity stepped into the glow of her space and turned once more, cheeks warm, eyes bright, heart steady.

Voss closed the door behind them, and the hush of her gardened world fell over them both. The light was rose and honey, filtered through an unseasonal lattice of blossoms she liked to paint seasons that never were, or would never be again. He did not let go of her hand, did not let her walk farther than a step ahead, and when she turned to look at him, his eyes devoured her starved, predatory, the cool shell of his self-control shattered by how close she had come to dying.

He said nothing, just pressed her into his chest, arms wrapped so fully around her that she could feel the tremor in him. He needed her, and something inside her soaked up the need until it became heat, desire, a trembling ache under her skin.

She expected roughness expected him to demand, to take, to claim and to punish her for the terror she’d put him through.

He had torn a mutant in half not a few hours ago, only held her as if she might still slip away somewhere between the spaces of atoms and thought.

"I love you more than anything in this world, my sweet little Fel," he whispered, his arms enveloping me completely as if trying to anchor me to him, terrified I might fade away if he loosened his embrace even slightly.

"I’m so happy I can stand by your side," he whispered, voice breaking with an intensity that bordered on religious fervors.

His eyes never left her face, drinking in every micro expression as if memorising a sacred text.

"Please, I feel it in my bones let me protect you, let me help you." He peppered her with desperate kisses, each one placed with reverent precision, as if he’d mapped the geography of her skin in his dreams a thousand times before.

He lifted her, sudden and powerful. She clung, startled, but he laughed, a rough, ragged sound against the shell of her ear.

She buried her face in his throat, where she could smell sweat and rain and the recent tang of his magic.

He carried her deeper into her own world, until the ground went soft with clover and the air filled with the scent of crushed grass. Then he set her down, so gently, in a drift of blue and gold, flowers at her bare feet and all around.

"Every time," he said, voice low, "you scare the hell out of me."

She smiled, sheepish and luminous. "You said yourself..risk is mathematical."

"Math can go fuck itself." He hovered over her, knelt beside her, then traced her cheekbone with a thumb.

"If there is anyone, anything, that tries to take you from me, from us, I will kill it. Slowly. I will burn a hole through the world to keep you. Understand?"

She nodded, her honey gold curls brushing against flushed cheeks, lips parted in a soft gasp that made his chest tighten. The way she looked up at him through those impossibly long lashes, eyes wide with trust and something sweeter it was her vulnerability, her willing surrender in that small, certain gesture that shattered his control, igniting something primal and possessive within him.

He kissed her, hard, and when she gasped, he smiled into her mouth, then trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, the slope of her shoulder. With every inch he pressed into her, he whispered: "Say you’re here. Say you’re not leaving."

"I’m here," she breathed, over and over, until her voice grew soft and loamy and full. "I’m not leaving. I’m not, Voss—" She squeaked as he drew her into his lap, her legs splaying over him, his hands everywhere, her waist, her hips, her thighs.

He nipped the hollow of her throat, then licked it, soothing. "You’re perfect. Perfect, and you have no idea," he murmured, "how it kills me, how much I want to keep you. You’re my fucking air, Felicity."

His voice dropped to a guttural rasp that vibrated through the air between them. "I want to crawl inside your orbit and never leave, little Fel. I want to breathe your scent until it replaces oxygen in my lungs. I want to tear apart anything that separates us time, space, flesh until there’s nothing left but you filling every hollow space inside me." His pupils dilated until only thin rings of color remained, predatory and unblinking. "Mine to protect. Mine to worship. Mine to consume."

His hands roved up, fists tangling in her dress, gathering it, drawing it over her head in a slow, reverent motion.

Her skin caught the filtered light and glowed. He splayed her across the grass, surrounded her with petals, set about worshipping her mouth on her collarbone, her sternum, the softest under curve of her breast. Her nipples pebbled as he tongued them, each lick making her arch higher, shuddering against his mouth.

She giggled, helpless to the way he worshipped her, but the laughter was edged with hunger and a kind of pleading. "You’re not scaring me, Voss," she dared, cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer. "You’d have to try a lot harder."

He grinned, wolfish. "Famous last words." He nipped her nipple, then lavished it with a slow, lazy lick, just to see her writhe. Her hands scrabbled at the back of his shirt, fingers digging, pulling so needy, so soft.

Slowly, he moved down her body, kissing the hollow at her navel, then the gentle swell of her hip. He fit himself between her thighs, nudged her further open, and kissed the sensitive skin there, trailing lower, until his tongue parted her, tasted her, made her whimper and claw at the grass.

He growled low in his throat as he lapped at her, his wolf tongue impossibly long and dexterous, exploring her most intimate places with primal hunger. His fingers joined the assault, teasing and stretching her as he consumed her essence like a starving beast finally presented with a feast. Each stroke of his tongue was deliberate, possessive marking her from the inside as his and his alone.

He slowed, then teased, circling her clit in maddening, almost cruel patterns never quite where she wanted, always just grazing, grazing, until she was sobbing for more.

"You’re going to come for me?" he asked, voice almost gentle.

She nodded, desperate, eyes blown wide and glassy.

He pressed harder, tongue flicking, hand gripping her thigh so tightly she thought she might bruise. Her orgasm built, sharp and infinite, and when it broke over her, he bit her inner thigh just hard enough to make her cry out, then soothed it with a kiss.

"You see?" he whispered into her skin. "Mine. All of you. No one else."

He kissed back up her body, slow ascension, until he hovered over her, eyes caught on hers. She shook, still lost in the throes, but she grinned at him, wild and beautiful and invincible.

He pressed inside her, slow at first, as if to anchor every part of himself in her, then faster, rougher, losing all control. "Don’t leave me," he gasped against her lips, clutching at her as if she were the only thing keeping him falling through the world.

She wrapped her arms, legs, every possible limb around him, held him tight, and whispered, "I never will, Voss. Never."

He gripped her by the waist and rolled, settling himself beneath her, his hands guiding her thighs to either side of his hips. He was careful, too careful, teasing her as if she’d earned a punishment for scaring him nudging at her entrance, sliding the head just inside, and then withdrawing, over and over. She squirmed, her breath faltering, hands splayed over his chest in an effort to ground herself as he whispered: "You want it, little one? You want me?"

She nodded frantically, hair falling into her face, and he caught her chin between thumb and forefinger, making her look. "Say it," he ordered, voice a velvet, vicious undertone.

"Please!" she gasped, riding the edge of desperation, her body arching to chase him. "Please, Voss. I want you."

He gave her a nod, a shocking tenderness, then let her sink down another inch, just enough to make her keen. He pulled her forward by the hips, grinding her slowly, relentless, just the barest intrusion, until she was nearly sobbing, her voice raw with need. "Voss please" She tried again, tried to force him deeper, but he held her steady, making her plead and whimper, making her feel with every cell the truth of his claim.

He eased forward until she felt the delicious stretch of fullness, then withdrew entirely with a POP the sudden emptiness drawing a gasp from her lips. Her hips lifted from the mattress, chasing his retreat.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word as her fingers clutched at his shoulders. He hovered just beyond her reach, his eyes holding hers captive as she trembled beneath him.

Voss Chuffed "You wont be able to walk after this."